i woke up this morning, ready to reach for the phone.  i didn’t realize, until your appearance in my dream, just how much i miss you.

before i could punch out your number, the fights, the tears, the bruises, and the pain all came flooding back and abandoned the idea that talking to you would somehow take away the longing.

i know you’ll never read this, but i really hope that one day we can go back to being something more than nothing.