lorah

Jul 11, 2014 20:12

I know I need substantiation in my life. But I don’t know what I want, where I'll go, who I want to be. What is my future? Who am I now? What do I need? Where am I going? I have no answers to any of the questions in my life.
All I know is that I miss you. I miss you and I need you like the air in my lungs. I remember the way you held me all those miles away, caressing my mind with your words, comforting me with your smile. I don’t know where this will go or what will come of it. All I know is that all these years, I've loved you and I never stopped. I was disappointed when you stopped writing to me, but I never stopped loving you. Life got busy and time got scarce, but you've always been on my mind, in my heart. No one has ever been able to understand me the way you did. I know you may not be able to play along with me either, but it doesn’t matter, because you can be in my world, and I love you. I love you like I've never loved another person.
People talk about not understand how anyone could love another person when they've never met, and I wish they could understand. I wish they could understand how someone can fall in love with someone's mind, to see them in low res imperfection and still love everything about them. I know I don’t know your everything, and I know that I know even less now. I know that things have changed and there is so much that is different. But none of it matters. I  just want to know you again the way I once did. I want to know your everything and I want to love you for your everything. I want to fall in love with your laugh again, to have my heart soar at your every smile. I want to be under your gaze again, I want to have intelligent conversation with you, I want to have stupid fantastical conversations too.
I know I'm probably too used to loving on my own to make anything work; I'm like that, I tend to screw things over. But I don’t care. I want to understand your deepest intricacies and I want to love all of your imperfections.
I want to be the one you care about,
I want to be unafraid with you.
I wish you could read this. I wish you knew how much I miss you.

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