I can’t pinpoint why you’re special. I can’t pinpoint why I think of you Every. Single. Day.
I’ve done dating apps; I’ve talked to so many other people that aren’t you! So tell me why I can only think about you!
Tell me why I’m craving your words, your sense of humor, your goofy ass.
Tell me why no one has replaced you so far.
I want to see you - at 10 feet apart, of course.
But it’s you and it’s only. Fucking. You.
I hate that, but I like you.
You get me and understand me.
But this is all I can do.
I miss you, dearly,
Me.
