I still miss you.

Even though I saw you last night.
Even though neither of us wanted me to leave.
Even though we talk constantly.
It's not the same.

I want to be with you all the time, to keep you warm and tell you things will be alright.
I want to be the one that you trust more than anyone.
I want you to know that I'll always be there.
I want to be able to invite you over without her getting in the way.

I don't want to have to sneak over all the time just to spend time with you.
I don't want to risk everything at night.
I don't want to only be able to talk to you in secret.
And I really don't want to always hear about her when you're with me.

But...because I miss you.
It doesn't matter what I want, or don't want.
The only thing that matters is whether I get to see you or not.
And I'll do anything for that.


"When do I get to see you again?"
"Whenever you want. I'll come."

No, that wasn't meant to be dirty.
Sicko's.