Longing.

I miss you. Which is ridiculous, anyway. But I do.
I wish I could cuddle up to you, at night, hold your hand while we take my dog for a walk, randomly touch you and hug you, have long-ass conversations about the world...or nothing in particular.
I long to feel your arms around me. I guess, I just need to let my guard down and let someone see that I'm not really that tough and that I do actually care.
I wish I could be close to you and I envy the people who get to be. I wish I could run my fingers through your hair and kiss those beautiful lips. I wish I could drown in those dark brown pools and know that everything would be okay.

...well, I guess wishing is allowed, right?