It's been almost a year.  The closer it gets, the more thoughts cross my mind, the more I miss so much.  It's a strange and fucked up place to be... being in love with someone and generally, truly happy... and yet yearning.  Wondering.  Wishing.  Hoping.  Thinking, always thinking.  Not a day goes by without thoughts entering my brains and making me wonder how it's been this long already. 
I miss tea and sunshine couch visits.  Listening to music and flopping around on the floor laughing like drunk monkeys.  Cooking together, wandering the streets aimlessly together. 

It's a new moon tomorrow and that usually makes me a lot more reflective... often a lot more broody. 
Mostly, I just miss you.