Lonely.

Where are you? Where the fuck are you?
You...the one who loves all my quirks and weird ideas, who calms me down with just a touch, when I'm hysterical, furious or miserable, who lets me cuddle up to you, when I feel weak or sad or just because I feel like it.
You, who softly strokes my hair, while I sleep, who sends me a random text, telling me you miss me.
You, whom I'll hold tight, when it's cold and rainy outside, whom I'll actually enjoy cooking for, even if my cooking is bad and we'll end up ordering pizza, whom I'll watch Batman or Taxi with, just because you love those movies.

I fucking miss you!