You need to know something about me: I tend to miss people a lot. There aren't really certain hours of the day where a tiny bit of uneasiness hits me and I start to think of people that have been left behind or still hold a part of my heart. It's just always there; always lingering and making the cold wind of winter that munch more sharp.
You don't really know how alone you are until you go to dial a number to see if they'd like to get a drink after work and realize you really have no one to call. And then there's that long drive back home where even Frank Sinatra can't perk your mood up with his sultry voice and clean lyrics.
I'm not sad though, even if it does sound like I am. I just have this longing type of soul for things I've never had and you, well, you will always be one of them.
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