I miss you. I miss you and I think that’s okay because if I didn’t miss you it means it wouldn’t be worth it and it is. You are. This matters. You matter.
This isn’t a deep seeded longing – there is no ache, no agony involved in the wait, just a wish you were here sentiment – impatience. I can handle it though, tolerate it, knowing you’re coming back to me. Soon enough.
Just come back to me.
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