I miss someone to share the little space that’s left in my bed. I miss the handholding, the smiles and the laughter and all those little things. Making those phone calls in the middle of the night cause I couldn’t fall asleep. Texting you from half a world away just to ask how you felt today. Typing emails.. Having meaningless conversations in bed way to late at night to make any sense out of anything at all. I miss the kisses on a winters day. I choose someone, I want him to share all the secrets. But I’m afraid. Afraid of his way he thinks. Sometimes we are friends. Sometimes we are more than friends and sometimes we are strangers. These ups and downs are making me sick and I dont know how long I can stand this.
All I want is you and I.
