I miss you. A lot.
I miss you so much that everything around me reminds me of you.
I miss you like the mailbox misses mail on Sundays. Like the Moon and Sun miss each other; forever chasing after one another until they meet in a brief moment of eclipse. I miss you because you told me that you missed me like the sun misses a rose in the dead of winter.
I miss how I feel nothing but happiness when I hear you laugh. I miss how I have to say the word snuggle instead of cuddle around you because you don’t like that word. I miss having candy that doesn’t have dark or milk chocolate in it because when I do I share it with you. I miss when we go eat together, because you’re a strict vegetarian and I can’t ever get enough meat. I miss how we both almost eat the white silicone packets in your white chocolate caramel macadamia nut popcorn and in my beef jerky. I miss the smell of Marlboro Menthols because even though it used to remind me of my dad, it now reminds me of all the times I’ve sat shotgun in your car. I miss how we go on fake dates to the movies. I miss how we don’t need to go out to have an amazing night.
I miss how, just by virtue, you demand the respect of everybody you encounter. I miss how you don’t take bullshit from anybody. I miss how tough you are, even though you also cry at the end of Nicholas Sparks movies. I miss you because when I went to Portugal I didn’t see you for 86 days. I miss you because you were the last person I texted before leaving the country and the first person I texted when I landed. I miss how happy it felt to spend even a few short hours with you before it was your turn to go away for a few months. I miss how I was so happy to see you when I got back, that I almost cried. I miss you because at the time I wrote this, it’s been another 37 days since I’ve seen you. I miss you so much that getting a text from you makes my heart skip a beat, that a phone call from you makes me drop everything else, and that a video chat request from you makes me wish I was dressed a little nicer. I miss every single moment with you, especially when you say things that make me feel that we’re perfect for each other.
You’re my best friend and I love everything about you. I love when the little things you say show me how much you care about me too. I love when we joke about getting married. I love that just being around you makes me want your approval. I love how you sometimes don’t know how beautiful you really are. I love our fake movie dates and I would love nothing more than to go on an actual date with you.
I wish I had the courage to tell you these things. I wish I wasn’t so scared to simply ask if we can go on a real date next time. I wish that the world could know how I’ve never been so sure of a feeling like this in my whole life. I hope that somehow this letter finds its way to your eyes because if it does, I’m sure that you’ll know right away that this letter was written just for You, by Me.