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.