The thing is..
I miss you. Well not you exactly, maybe just the idea of you. The warmth on my neck, the arm around my waist. The kiss on my forehead. I miss having someone to call and getting excited when I heard your voice. Hearing your motorbike coming up the street and the buzz of my apartment door. But most of all I miss what we could have been, what we might have done and what we never will. Winter is so much colder without you but I’m still here. Not waiting for your return, just hoping for something better.
Just my room..