To someone very special, so says the Valentine

I'm missing you to death but your reach is long.

It's strange how someone who's so close can seem like they're a million miles away. We get close sometimes, but we're both too scared. Even then, what I meant was never said. Your makeup is still on my pillow, am I still on yours? It's proof of what's still there. I think we're running out of alcohol honey. I hate this fucking town.

Shiver. That's what you get when you think of her. Dreams of you every night. Hoping at the front, but knowing at the back that your not doing the same.

Hah, I write about you every day. Up here, on scraps of paper, in my notebook, in your Valentine. You just don't have the time do you? Sometimes I wonder if you'll even have time for your own birthday.

You'll probably never read this. It's hard to let go sometimes. Refreshing every morning, every night, for a journal update. I can't help myself. Waiting for that message that'll never come.

Don't take this too bad. I'm not mad. I couldn't think more of you than I do right now. You've got so much in your life right now that I know I can't help but be pushed to one side. I'm happy where I am. I'm happy for you. I just get caught up sometimes thinking that maybe you could have a few more happy moments in your day if you'd only let me in.

xxo