I’ve missed you before you were even here.

There have been too many a night spent imagining who you are, how you must be like. Wondering the sound of your voice, would you giggle or cry. Or call out my name. Wishing a whiff of your hair and your skin, soft to the touch; ever softer still to the longing of my heart that you would melt away when I opened my eyes.

There have been too many a night spent talking about you. It would be my most favourite thing to do. I could spend hours talking about someone I wish I knew. I could spend hours would that my body needed no rest nor my mind needed no quiet. I could spend hours in peace, thinking of you with love and misery knowing that that would be the closest I would ever be to you.

I have spent years waiting for you. I must have spent a lifetime wishing the touch of your soul was real.