You know what I miss most?
The feeling that just touching your arm gave me.
That simple spark that jumps
When I want nothing more than that touch, that’s when I’ll know I am in love.
I remember the times when I could lift your day by sliding my arm around your slender waist and pulling you close to me, protecting you from the world.
There was nothing else that I needed, then.
Now I try to fill my voids with meaningless actions and words.

My goal: You.