Sit down beside me

I miss you. I actually long to sit beside you. To grab a cup of coffee and talk nonsense. Or not talk at all. 

It's crazy that i miss you like this. But i do. I could spend the whole day thinking about how much i miss you if i had nothing better to do. I rarely do. 

I don't understand why.I can't do anything about it. And so it goes.

I'm not sure what hurts more. Missing you or knowing you don't miss me too,