to this special friend.
Sam, I miss you.
Missing you so badly and terribly, tearing a little inside me when i attempt to clear my desk, flipping my notes, and finding your little sweet notes and encouraging letters coincidentally.
Then i would think about whatever we went through, from cheer, to our toilet breaks, to bunny attempts, and birds alert, to PW, to stayover, to my birthday, to falling asleep when we share our deepest and darkest secrets.
And you wouldnt believe me if i say that i am actually crying inside now. Cause i miss you this much and i know there is no way for me to contact you but to wait for another surprise call from you.
And i wait in vain for seconds, for minutes, for hours, for days, for weeks, and now for months.
And in my anxiety to meet you, the devil within me is telling me to contact you straight through hopping over for a surprise home visit, but then again, the angel within me is telling me that i wont do it, because i know you wouldnt like it, and because i love you, i stopped myself, and i can only continue to weep and to wait for your call foolishly.
xx.