To Miss Somebody So Much It Hurts

To need them. To genuinely need them.

To know and feel what it is like to have them near. To feel their warmth. To feel their breath. To touch their skin. To hold them close for just a second too long while making up for lost time. To stare at them. To look straight into their eyes and speak no words, except those that one soul whispers to another. To hold their hand like you’re clinging on for dear life, knowing that soon, this will all be a distant memory. And to long, deeply, intensely for just one more second together when you know you were supposed to part ten seconds ago.

To go back to staring at a picture, and listening to a phone call. To feel blood spilling out of a wound non-existent. To break a heart without the intention of doing so. To desire ten fingers wrapped in each other, four arms drawing each other close, and two souls yearning for the day that they will finally become one.