Well, I guess the best way to put it is that I'm sentimental. When you leave, I'm still feeling your matter, and the air that you've moved with the waves of your voice. I can still feel your eyes taking in the light and the reflected colors, when you move, your aura is still stinging in my ears and licking the brain inside my skull. So don't, don't leave. Don't move. Don't speak. You're upsetting the balance of the universe. We'll get together, close, and stay in positions laced with the energy of the stars. Even if I don't love your company, your the balance. You worked your way into my science. I can't think of any other way to say I miss you.
