love

To see you when I wake up
is a gift
I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same
as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line
if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin
on the empty pillow
next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.

P.S. i really love you. amid all the other rumours and scuffles, it's true.