Jan 17, 2010 22:01
It occurred to me
that I miss you,
a little.
I miss the feeling of your presence,
near to me.
You've got a funny way of making conversation without words,
and when you gaze into my eyes, I don't feel afraid. I don't feel judged. I simply see you,
as is,
and I think you see the same way.
..i like the way you look at me.