Awaiting

Here's the thing...
I simply cannot stop thinking about you. I miss you an awful lot, and I often wonder if you miss me as well? Missing me as much as I miss you would be impossible you see, but... You DO miss me... Don't you? I suppose missing you is natural. Think of all the wonderful things there are to miss! Things... Things like this -

Until I see him again, here will I await. Await for his embrace. Await for his playful laughter filling my ears and hands squeezing mine tight. Await the chance I get to hold his pinky in my small hands, making me feel vulnerable - like a child, yet safe and secure. Protected. Await hearing that voice, so soothing and melodic, telling me all sorts of fine things - like I imagine they do in the books and movies. Await being held in his arms with the scent of him making me feel at home again. Await for his warm, soft lips to press against mine, ever so sweetly; always leaving me a bit out of breath. Await to see that smile which makes me melt and leaves me speechless, along with that face which fills me to the brim with warmth and happiness - just like a nice blanket and a hot cup of apple cider in the dead of winter. Here will I await to once again hear that heart which I know beats for me, as does mine for him. (Like those fancy new pillows they have!) And when I see that boy again - that boy who is my world, that boy who holds my fragile heart in his gentle hands - I will be done awaiting. For he will be here... And we will be happy together and do all sorts of wonderful things worth doing, and perhaps some not. It will be perfect, because every moment spent with him is. But until that time, here I will stay; awaiting that day. Simply awaiting.

Thing is...
I'm here. Awaiting. Where are you? Won't you come home to me... Isn't it time? Every second away from you is much too long. I don't like being away from you at all. I need you now. But that should really come as no surprise, because I need you always. Are you ready now? I'm here. Awaiting. Where are you? Won't you come home to me...