I miss you as much as I could kiss you, and I could kiss you a lot. Long deep kisses that would make us both light headed. You’d pull away first like you always do, did. It’s like you’re dead and I can’t except it. I’m not single. I’m just giving you some time. More time than anyone would need. I know I’m hopelessly hopeful. Ignorantly so. I hate myself for it and because of it, I understand why you left me. I’m not the type of man anyone needs. I’m just a boy. A series of failures and some good bets. I’m not the stable ground you build a home on. I wish I was for you.

Goodbye.