The difference.

Missing you, is like wanting the clouds to shield the sun, to stop it from freckling me.

You're so lovably functional. You saved me from myself. You make me laugh. And inwardly groan when you tease . You make me smile and you throw the most unexpected questions, demanding for me to give you a witty enough response. You like it when i stutter and feel all awkward. You keep me focused. You aren't afraid to tell me that I'm wrong. You're stubborn. You'll never give in to my demands but I know you want to... sometimes.

When you cannot be around me, for reasons that you won't disclose... I'm telling you. I miss you. I miss the silly games we play.

But he, he makes me shiver. And wonder. He's the one I dream about. He represents a single, fragile and possibly false hope... that things can not only be different but better too.