Dear Lover,

I’m laying here pretending you are holding me, kissing my neck; I am missing your voice, your conversation. I think I love you, I prey you love me. Because being in- love consists of us both. I yearn for your thoughts; I want to be inside your head. I am missing your touch, the warmth of your skin, the feeling of being safe. I wish I knew how you felt; I wish I could read your mind. And I am just missing you and every little thing that makes you mine and makes me love you