It’s been months since I’ve seen you. Heard your voice. It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve talked to you, since I’ve felt your arms secure around me.
I see other guys, I talked to other guys, but those other guys aren’t you. They will never be you. If I try to picture myself with them, I can’t help but remember you, and compare them to you. Then I stop thinking about being with other guys, because it makes me think of you. How I only want to be with you. I hope you only want to be with me. But that’s just it…I can only hope. I love you. I wish i could hear you say it one more time, but I hope it wouldn’t be the last. I need you, I love you. I need your kiss, your touch. I need to feel safe in your arms again..