to miss

I'd be on the first plane, ordinarily. I'd drive all night just to see that movie with you. I'd fly across an ocean to stand in your living room. If I had the money. I don't. I sit here instead, powerless. "Do you remember that time..."

I remember your smile when I catch you off guard. I remember the energy with which you led me through the bars. I remember your silences that I couldn't break. I remember your tears when nothing went right. Is quiet resignation all that is left for us now?

I always think, that I never appreciate you enough when I have you near, but that's not true. It would be impossible to appreciate you more.

I suppose, what I'm trying to say is that I miss you too.