Here It is, straight up, *******, naked words. I miss her. Not all of the time but when I say her name or someone ask me about my brief life before college, I miss her. I don't know how to explain it. I never got the chance to paint my body with love for her and I never got to feel her breath on my skin but her voice and her laugh and her ******* life intoxicated me. She was the happiness before the reality. She was my smile and I may sound like I'm over doing my feelings for her but it was real because there was distance and there was truth in my feelings but lies in the way I told them. There was work being done. Work on myself, work on us. Here's the reality after the happiness. She disappeared when I left. Only God knows why she left but she did and I'm not writing to stitch up a broken heart, there is not a broken heart. I'm writing to remember that a connection like that doesn't need years for it to build but it also doesn't need years for it to make an impact.