I miss you

I always knew I would miss you, and our relaxed conversations - that which I have been missing the entire day, thinking about as I take my 45min walk home from work. I miss our mindless chattering, characteristic language, and sense of ease.

I miss seeing your name as my phone rings, at the end of the day. And hearing you grouse about the day's events. I miss saying, 'I've something to tell you.' I miss laughing at you, and wonder if you miss laughing, at me.

If I had you here, walking home with me, I know you'd be whining. But the walk will be shorter, as we laugh it away, or engross ourselves in deep discussions. We'd link arms, or I'd put my arms along your shoulder, and tell you how idiotic we are- it doesn't matter how inappropriate it looks. We know the truth, so there's nothing to hide, who cares about the world.

I miss you.

ps: I've been buying gifts for people, but it's been quite difficult deciding what to get you.