Unfair

It's unfair how much I miss you.

I mean… I probably wasn't even going to see you anyways, right?

And yet… somehow… just… knowing I can't, that for the next couple of days there are hundreds of miles between us, instead of a tenth…

I miss you. So much. Really, it's almost unbelievable… if it weren't for the fact that I feel this way every single time one of us is away…

There's another one coming… soon. It'll be my turn. Or… perhaps we'll both be gone. I sort of hope so. I really don't know whether you miss me as hard as I miss you when I'm gone, but if you do…

It's ridiculous. I hope you feel this way, too, while really, really hoping you don't. It's awful. It's an awful thing to wish on a person. And yet…

I need it. I need you to miss me, too. I hope you miss me, too. I… I think you miss me, too.

But, at least if you'll be traveling, too… maybe you'll be occupied enough to make it easier… go by faster.

At least… that's how I hope it goes for me. But I know, I just know it already… I'll be thinking of you for my whole trip.

I'm always thinking of you.

sigh

Gosh, do I ever miss you…