All thoughts, a blur.
A string of words, a nonsensical slur.
Nothing is straightforward or simple.
Because all I keep seeing are those deep blue orbs, oh and that gorgeous dimple.
I miss you more and more each day.
I miss how you would just lean against my door and then announce your presence with a soft: "Hey."
I miss waking up in your secure hold.
Sheltering me from the cold.
I miss the many ways in which you could make me giggle.
Especially that silly eyebrow wiggle.
I miss our late night convocations.
These usually included you smiling and laughing at my long-winded explanations.
I miss watching you think.
Being apart, it just makes my heart want to sink
I can't stop re-reading the first note that you wrote, my fingertip tracing the dried pen link.
It reads: Hi I'm Lindsay,
I'm in 26B.
If you ever need something or just want to talk, please
come and find me. ***
I hate this state of unwanted separation.
It makes me feel so helpless. My current and on-going mood; desperation.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
All thoughts, a blur.
A string of words, a nonsensical slur.
Nothing is straightforward or simple.
Because all I keep seeing are those deep blue orbs, oh and that gorgeous dimple.
I miss you more and more each day.
I miss how you would just lean against my door and then announce your presence with a soft: "Hey."
I miss waking up in your secure hold.
Sheltering me from the cold.
I miss the many ways in which you could make me giggle.
Especially that silly eyebrow wiggle.
I miss our late night convocations.
These usually included you smiling and laughing at my long-winded explanations.
I miss watching you think.
Being apart, it just makes my heart want to sink
I can't stop re-reading the first note that you wrote, my fingertip tracing the dried pen link.
It reads: Hi I'm Lindsay,
I'm in 26B.
If you ever need something or just want to talk, please
come and find me. ***
I hate this state of unwanted separation.
It makes me feel so helpless. My current and on-going mood; desperation.
