“Know what you should do, right now?”, my phone buzzes.
“What?”, I write back.
“Get on your terrace and feel the wind.”
“I don’t want my bed to miss me :p”
“What about me missing you, you don’t do anything about it?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Come to me!”
“And then you won’t miss me?”
“Why would I?”
“So you don’t like missing me.”
“Well..”
“But I like missing you :D”
“Ugh. Why?”
‘Because it’s such a personal thing.”
“What do you mean ‘personal thing’?”
“I mean isn’t it? Me missing you in my mind. The missingness is like all mine! It belongs to me! All the scenarios I give birth to inside my imagination and all the chills they give ME. Get it? It doesn’t even have to do anything with the real physical you far as I feel so satisfied yet excited with you in those still-to-be-manifested scenarios.
I can do anything in there with you, me or us and you would never know. I can just go on and on all day, any day, whenever I want, in my mind, you’re there with your entire schedule freed up just to give me butterflies. Ha!
Missing you in my cute little private world that I created is so beautiful that I can wait to see you for real as long as it takes and it doesn’t mean I don’t it for real. I do. But I am also fine with how much time it’s gonna take, you know. I mean, of course, the physical manifested you would be so damn delicious but you haven’t tasted the time we’re having right now in my mind. And you won’t. It’s personal.”
