I know you do not think of me in these similar ways your mind is without a doubt caught up on some trivial schemes or some other passion or long yearned for dreams and when you lay that muddled mind to rest for the night thoughts of me I doubt come alive
But when when my pillow case roughly brushes my cheek those slender fingers of yours I secretly seek to kiss the inner creases of your busy palms to rub those scraggly hairs that grow from your chin your almost-not-quite unibrow once greatly bothered me so but to place my lips on it once again I could not ask for more yes that smacking of yours was such an eyesore and yet to hear you ramble on about this-or-that is what my life now surely lacks
Before you write me off as some lovestruck fool I am aware there were some details of us not exactly fine tuned but I would be ****** if I do not admit I miss those whole qualities the very essence of life that sprung from you and reverberated into the deepest pits of my soul