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I write haikus about the things I miss about you. I say 5, 7, 5 to find new ways to describe it. remember when we were first dating and frustrated by the lack of ways to explain what we thought about each other? remember how we turned to the thesaurus? I wrote about it. you read it. all those months ago.
I feel that now. it's the subtlety between mist and fog. it's something that seems to be one thing but is, in fact, another. it's needing so many different ways to tell you how I feel so that you can ignore more easily how I feel by my using multiple ways to express it.
like when I tell you that you're cute: I miss you
when I call you Face: I miss you
when I say "meowmers": I miss you
when I laugh: I miss you
when I cry: I miss you
when I talk: I miss you
when I breathe: I miss you
when I open my eyes: I miss you
when I sleep: I miss you
when I'm laying in bed: I miss you
when I'm at work: I miss you
when I'm petting my cat: I miss you
when I'm telling you about these things: I miss you
whenever. where ever. I miss you.

all my actions still involve the thought of you. when I take a shower, I imagine you there with me, hands about to wrap around my waist. when I go food shopping, I think about what you'd want or like. all day I think about things to talk to you about. I try to memorize moments so I can tell you about them later. I wish you were excited about me the way I've always been excited about you. you said you don't feel goofy or giddy about me. but I feel that way about you. I wish you could let go of whatever binds you to yourself. I can see you as more than you are [and here again is my fatal flaw but that which is also my salvation: my ability to see the potential of others to the point that I cannot see the present]. just let go.

let go of the things that first put you there. first set you down and walked away. let go of all the coping mechanisms. please, I would do anything for you.
I feel so at peace with you.
You feel right for me, to me. I wish you could feel that about me too. I hope I can wait long enough for you to come around. I hope you do.
But I hope you don't read this because I don't want you to be scared away. Do you still keep up with me? though we're not dating anymore, do you still read these posts? the only difference between then and now is I don't feel as hopeful anymore.

what's the difference for you?

what can we do?