My last message doesn’t seem to have been posted yet so during the wait I’m just going to send another one.
Sometimes I really really long to see you.
Like right now.
Well I say sometimes, I guess quite often.
Sometimes I can completely disconnect from the idea because, I think it’s quite unlikely, but other times I long to see you so much and the things I think you’ve done previously give me hope that you want that too.
Will you take my hand? I’ll squeeze yours tight. I don’t want you to go. I miss you so much. Will you stay with me for a while?