Guess.
The only acceptable resolution was one we were not prepared to face. How could I ask you to come when I'm worse off than you. I'm trying not to hold my breath waiting for your declaration.
I miss you.
Still. The fact I have nothing makes wanting you here harder, being poor is easier when someone else is there being poor with you.
I miss you.
And you can't be scared when you're not alone.
I miss you.
I always feel better when you can use my words, because then I understand what you were trying to imply, that I was too dense to grasp.
I miss you.
If I had my wish back now, I know what I'd wish for, and I know you would come.
edited @ 2:01 pm - I linked you, then I deleted it, and then I linked you again. And finally, I deleted it. I think I want to keep you for myself.