my soul is young and naive. i have a mind of an old man and a heart of a child. i am scared and i am drifting away to the unknown.

if you ever wished to know how much (though i know you don't)…
i check the weather in your city every day. even now, when it is hard to know which city are you in. i'm holding on to the thought that i will hug you soon, but i don't even know when. you are constantly present in my mind. i imagine your fingers slowly gliding my thigh before i fall asleep. i am talking to you when you are not there, and i have a lot of people to talk to. i cry at night that you are so far from me. i am worried every second you might feel bad, or you are hurt, or you are lost. i miss our fights for the middle of a bed. i miss your bristle unpleasantly scratching my face when we kiss. i am ready to give you my soul, but you don't want it.
i wish i knew more words to express how much i love you