I have lived pretty much my whole adult life without you, but sometimes, the urge to pick up the phone and call you is overwhelming. I want to let you know how well Meg is doing in high school, to tell you Nic's newest joke, share my heartbreak about one of the kids I saw at work today, or just gab for no reason.
Sometimes, I dream about you, and I wish that we could spend just one more hour together. Although I know full well that one hour would never be enough.
Sometimes, I just need to get in the car with you and drive, like we did that summer when my heart was broken. I want to doze on the couch with my head in your lap. I want to hear you say something sarcastic, call someone "George", have just one more cup of coffee with you. So many things I miss, and want to share with you again.
I just wanted to say, I miss you.