I will be seeing you in less than a week. Shouldn’t I be more excited? Shouldn’t I be getting butterflies and all teary eyed? Instead I just seem to be getting more easily annoyed by you. I’m noticing how unintelligent, rude, and aggressive you are. I’m annoyed by the idiotic things you say, and the rent less every day conversations we have. We talk about the same damn things. I just want someone I can share my deepest desires with, and someone who can hold an enticing conversation. I want to learn everything about the small crevices of someone’s mind, but you don’t have anything deep to offer me. If its in there, you’re refusing to share it. If some passion doesn’t come forth during our summer together, then you’re going to lose me. I refuse to settle for mediocre love.
I miss you. I miss the way my hand fits in yours. I miss how it feels to be held in your arms. I miss laying my head on your chest and listening to your heart beat. I miss tracing my fingers along your stomach. I miss the goodnight kisses and the good morning cuddles. I miss the feeling of your lips on mine. I miss everything we had, but I don’t know if we’ll ever get it back.