i miss you, well that's my initial response, but in reality i think that what i really miss is me.
the me that you allow me to be. the freedom that accompanies the time that i spend with you.
the person that i become, the one that i love, the one that you nurture and encourage me to be, just by being you.
the side of me that sacrifices, that sympathizes, that reaches out, knowing that i could never be this on my own.
that no one can walk this road alone.
i miss the unspoken acceptance in your eyes, the tenderness in your voice, and the soft comfort in your touch.
you have the humble and yet sublime presence of an Angel. frighteningly beautiful, carrying with you a mysticism and magic that transcends understanding, but resonates deep within the soul. possessing the unconcious ability to affect and influence my hearts desires and dreams.
i ache and thirst to know you more deeply, to touch your purity and for a moment feel pure by extension. for in knowing you i hope to grasp a vague recognition of myself.
to see me the way you see me, to comprehend why you love me...
maybe if i could see that, then i could love me too.
the difference between the light and the darkness is you.
i miss you.
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