In General.

I love you, I still very much do.
I miss you, and it hurts so much to miss you.
I will take you back in a heartbeat.

But please..

Don't make me think that you're just like every other boy.
You hurt someone and you get over it.
I know you're different because I know you.
But it seems that until recently, I just THOUGHT I knew you.

Don't make me say "You're just like them."
Don't make me say "You're no different that all these guys you say you're different from."
Don't make me say "You are like every other guy out there."
Don't make me say "There's nothing special about you."

I am hurt.
I want you to hurt.
Then I will know life is fair.

Missing Us.

"I love you without knowing how, why or even from where." - Patch Adams.

I miss being loved.
And hugged.
And kissed.
And my hand being held.
My hair being tucked behind my ear.
My skin being caressed.
My cheek being touched.
I miss being loved.

How hard it is to fall asleep without that feeling that someone from afar is thinking about you as ~they~ go to sleep.

How hard it is to wake up without that feeling that someone from afar is thinking about you as ~they~ wake up.

How hard it is to let you go, my dude, when all I've ever known is to be yours. And that you were always mine.

How hard it is to go through each day missing you, and loving you, without letting you know.

They say that you should tell the person you love how you feel about them before it's too late.

I love you. So much still.