I miss. .

I remember when I would sit here and think about you. I remember when I would just wait for hours and hours. I would sit here, on my bed, thinking about you. I remember your scent. It's amazing how thinking about your scent alone brings back so many memories. I wonder what would happen if I were to come across someone with the same scent; if I were to catch a whiff of it somehow. I wonder if you think about me. I wonder what you do when you're alone, in your room, on your bed. I wonder if you're waiting for me. I wonder how it would be like to just be close to you again. To smell you, to stare you in the eyes, to look into your soul. I wonder how it would be to steal a kiss (or two), to reach for your hand, to be in your embrace. I miss talking to you. I miss being close to you. I miss you. I've been missing you. When we talk, I often find myself grinning like an idiot, smiling just because.. well just because. I miss it. A lot.