I'm missing you
I've had a lot to drink tonight, but apparently that's not reflective in my spelling. I don't know why, it just is. Christine, I miss you so much that every morning I wake up and you aren't there, I ache inside. I need you in my life more than anything and I'm scared to say that. I am scared shitless to admit that one single woman could mean so much to me, but I'm willing to stand up and say it. Why? Because that's how I feel about you. The way I feel about you is like a giant expanding cosmos, and I don't know how I can capture into words my true emotions. I miss feeling your soft touch that the highest angels envy. I miss your sweet voice coaxing my ear into a soft lullaby. I miss kissing your gentle skin when I wake up. I miss every single small detail about you, like how you rub your feet against mine and the way you look so serene when you close your eyes and dream the sweetest dreams.