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I want to be the reason you wake up every morning :.

November 5, 2007

One can’t help but miss the other one when the current distraction reminds you too much of what you’re missing.

I miss the gray eyes, the cheeky smile. The Irish laughter. Kissing in the rain. The wind and the motorcycle roaring across the city.

The heart is in pain, but the body lives again.

It’s so hard when the heart weeps for someone who’s on the other side of the world.

Sometimes my days feel so messed up and empty. You don’t realise how big the bed really is when you don’t have someone to share it with. Though a bunk bed in a tiny apartment feels like heaven just ’cause someone you want to share it with is right there with you.

These days I wake up in a panic, hoping that everything wasn’t a dream. It’s entirely the fault of my birthday month though. Sometimes I wake up wishing my hair is green, blue, shades of purple, caramel or wavy.

It’s like you want to shed a skin entirely, in anticipation of the makings of a new year.

If people get freaky phone calls in the middle of the night, to reminisce about times gone by, and to contemplate the state of the future, you have been forewarned.

I miss you. I miss you like my heart is going to break. I miss you like I’d stop breathing if I didn’t. I want you to miss me like that too.

I want to breathe your scent into my lungs, the way I did when I held you tight as we were flying through the city streets. I want to kiss you with even more passion than I did the first time we kissed. I want to be with you in every bar, in every place where you’ve ever been and share every moment.

In short, I want you, I miss you.

But it’s too soon to love you.

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