Days into weeks into months into years…

Honey…

I was sitting here, thinking of how terribly long it's been since I've seen your lovely face, or heard your sweet voice…

Weeks, it must be… months, my heart tells me… surely not only the two days my calendar says it's been…

Would you think me foolish for missing you so much, so soon?

What if you were to learn that I miss you the moment you step out of my sight? Would you tease me for being such a sad, silly boy?

But, I do. Every time.

I miss you, each and every moment we're apart. I miss the way you see me, and soothe my soul. I miss the sound of your voice, the sidelong glances, the occasional joke.

I could never get enough of you. I couldn't possibly ever have too much of you in my life. You are my heart's sweetest joy.

So, sure… maybe I am that sad, silly boy… but, babe…

I miss you.

Inanely yours,
Me.