oh god, i miss you.
i miss how much fun we had together the last time i saw you.
the stolen glances and the silent giggles.
i sat in bed tossing and turning because the thought of you was too much to handle.
it was too much to feel right before sleep.
how unfair of you to make me feel the way i do,
even after all this time.
you’ll probably never see this,
but maybe some day in the future,
you’ll think of me too and you’ll search for my name and find this.
maybe when you think about us,
you’ll call me and we’ll talk for hours like we used to.
you’ll doodle our initials into a heart in the margins of your notebook
the same time i do in mine.
you’ll sketch my eyes while i daydream of yours.
and, when we see each other again, i’ll tell you how i missed you in the way i hug you.
i’ll see it in the way your gorgeous brown eyes twinkle.
maybe i can’t sleep because i’m in your dreams or on your mind too.
if so, i hope we’re both tired, but still dreaming, in the morning.