simple that it is

August 11, 2007 saturday - 20:13

remembrance grows old and stale, but a memory comes unbidden to me of a time when i ran laughing into your arms, and you smiled your disarming smile at me. and the first tentative kisses in the light and the silence, and the secretive laughter we shared as our phones went off one after another.

and your arms around my waist, and you, and your fingers against my cheek. i feel you as if you were so close to me, right here, right next to me. with me.

and beneath the confusion and the lingering strangeness, a single clear feeling rises to the surface:
i miss you.

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