I want to come over and lay on your floor. I want to listen to your stories and tales, your memories and life lessons. I want to hear things I’ve heard before and things I haven’t. I want to get lost in your world, to get away from mine. I want to forget this nonsense in my head and focus on you. I want to lay next to you and hold your hand. I miss you dearly, much more than I should. It may be this awful mood I’m in or my excessive need for a big hug.
