I don’t miss you.
I just cannot stop thinking of you.
It is not about that… don’t you dare go there.
It is about owning.
It is about wanting to possess.
It is about being around you and having you around forever…
It is the desire for infinite continuation of everything that has to do with you.
For the walk to go for as long as the road does…
For the dinner to last for as much as hunger exists…
For the hug to hold, as long as our hearts can pump blood to our arms and keep them circled around us.
I don’t have a name for this.
It could be love, but it is just this way.
And I might be so sorry for the way this is, the way things are...
But that does not help.
I still cannot stop thinking of you.