This unspeakable yearning is rather depressing. It can drag every little detail of life down.
I miss you, but... not so much, in that, you don't seem to miss me anyway. Which just tells me that.. my hope is for naught.
But i miss you and your imaginary warmth from an imaginary hug. Something i have not had for years. Something lost to me but i'm still trying to find. I miss your imaginary companionship and our imaginary connection, an imaginary bridge we can both cross. A breaking of chains. A pure and wholesome freedom.
I can only long for it. Reality remains cold and unwelcoming...