I dreamed of you last night. That we talked for hours on end. Your eyes searching mine. Once your arm brushed against me, and for a moment our hands were clasped.

I miss you. Your mysteriousness. Your uniqueness. The way you were filled with life. Your eyes. The way you smiled, and how it always filled my heart. I miss you.

There have been countless moments when I've sat down to write you once more, but no words would come. Nothing but trite, empty dribble that you would discard in an instant. And dimly, I realized that I've nothing to offer you that would catch your attention. But I'm drowning in this silence.

There are days when I'm okay. When my heart doesn't ache for you. And I can move on. Think of others, as so many have told me to do. Only- today is not one of those days. And the others aren't you at all.