It's funny that it's taken me about a year and some snowfall in late March to find some clarity and confirmation for the one truth that I've been trying so hard to push away.
I miss you.
Crazy, right?
... But it's not even the actual YOU that I miss.
I miss the one dimensional version of you that I had carefully sculpted, quite naively, in my head for four years. I miss the early-morning you. I miss the late-night you. I miss the thick headed you. I miss the city lights you. I miss the oceanic you. I miss the fighting you. I miss the embarrassing you. I miss the crustacean you. I miss the wireless you. I miss the hot-weather you. I miss the Friday morning you. I miss the finger-tipped you. I miss the tropical you. I miss the melodic you. I miss the harmonic you. I miss the rainy you. I miss the rainy you with your umbrella you. I miss the snowy you. I miss the rocking chair you. I miss the infinite you. I miss the best you. I miss the flawless you. I miss the old you... or what I thought was you.
To be honest, I wish that the 1-D image of you that I had created in my head was the actual you, and I wish that that 1-D image was still a part of my life.
It makes me really sad to say that I don't even know you anymore.
