I miss.

I miss you.

I want to be in your bed, I want to feel your warmth.

I want to look into your eyes, I want to tell you how much I love you.

I want to sit on your lap. I want you to make me warm when I'm cold.

I want to hug you. I want you to hug me.

I want you.

I'm so broken. It was a clean break, yes it was. But who says that isn't hard? To me.

It feels like the worst ever. We were too perfect. Nothing was wrong.

I'm still sad. Terribly sad. Yes I am.

Tomorrow I have a ULV-gig. I don't want to. Or. I want to. I do. But I just feel that. I can't.

But I will. Fight.