Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
So, I miss you most when I can hear the night bugs screaming symphonies around me. Or maybe I miss you most in the morning when I realize my nose isn't pressed into your chest and your arms aren't around my waist. Maybe I miss you most when my bare feet hit the pavement and carry me anywhere and everywhere (they aren't biased and they'd get me lost if they could.) Maybe I miss you most when I walk away from you for the last time ('til next time, anyway) or when I can't sleep because my mind keeps moving at a million miles an hour.
Maybe I just miss you (and maybe I just love you, that too.)