Yikes

I miss her. Maybe I should call her... ............. "Come on man, is she really all that?" Yeah. She's U T T E R L Y I M E L E S S However, I don't miss her The way old men miss the "good ol' days" Or the way teachers miss capital punishment Or the way boarding students miss their home No. I miss her The way addicts miss their drugs H G I (When she's here I feel H ) The way gibbons miss their mates (I did research on this, ok?) The way left shoes miss the right shoes (If she left , it would never feel right again) .................. "What does she do to make you feel this way, man" Well... Her Smile Her Jokes Her Eyes Her Hugs Her Laugh. Her Strength But also Her Frown Her Complaints Her Clumsiness Her Shin kicks Her Cries Her Vulnerability (I could keep going, trust me) She's got a gorilla's grip on my heart And call me sadistic but I don't want her to let go .............. "Damn, how many years has it been since you've spoken" Years? Nope. 72 hours. "Yikes."