Agape.

Its apparent that I can't do anything but hope at this point of time.

I can't tell you how much I miss you. I can't tell you why I'm still here.

But just know that I am. Here. With you.



And I miss you so.


I certainly hope you feel the same way.



I long for the feel of your fingertips on my skin, your lips on my forehead, your fingers going through my hair, and your spontaneous farts.


There's just something about you that makes it hard for me to let you go.


So I won't, for now.


See you soon, then.