To you ....

I miss you. I miss your face. I miss your voice. I miss your mind. I miss everything about you. I miss that slighty musky, definitely male smell. I miss you when you're not around. I miss the way you always seem to know what's in my head even better than I do. I miss your insights on life. I miss your wisdom.

I wish I could say I could call you up and talk to you right now. Cure my longing for you, but I can't. I wish I could.

Today is a rather meloncoly day for me for some reason. I wish you were next to me right now, next to me tonight. I think you do too, even if you won't admit it outright. There are probably a lot of similar things in your head as mine right now. We just are alike like that.

I just miss you. It seems like I'm always missing you.