i'm tired of getting used to someone. because something always happens and either they move, i move, or we simply just stop talking to each other. and that's what's happening between me and you. i had to move away and we seem to be talking less & less. i miss you. i miss you more than my fingers miss scraping a pencil against paper. and i ******* love you. i love you just as much as the stars like to be formed into constellations to create little connect the dots that represent stories. maybe even more. and i don't think that i could deal with losing another person who's personality that i adore and who's ambition that i admire and a person that seemed to become a part of me. god, i'd hate for you to read this because being poetic nowadays is outdated and quite frankly, i'd be very embarrassed if you knew that i felt this way about you. and if you don't think that i genuinely care about you, please tell me, when have i ever missed you more than right now? because we're miles and miles apart and all i can manage to do is reach for your hand.