Dear You,

I woke up today with that funny feeling again. The kind I get when I feel like there's something that's not right. You know? That feeling when you're missing something... Or someone. It's strange that I'm admitting this to you right now because I am missing someone... You. I feel like it's been weeks since we last saw each other or spoken to one another when I just saw you the other day, and we just spoke on the phone a few minutes ago. Truth is, I feel like there is, yet again, something going on between us that we don't talk about. But it could be just me... Or it could be because we're both busy with work and things that we have to do.

Yeah. I guess that's it. We're just too busy. But is this how life is going to be from now on? I hope not. But if it is the case then we would just have to get used to it right? I mean, we dealt with pretty tough things before, this would just be a piece of cake for us. I mean... It would be, right?

Anyway, basically, the point of this letter is simply to tell you something I am too chicken shit to say in person... I miss You. And I love You. Hehe. You're probably not going to get a chance to read this anyway, but there you go... Just in case.

Love, GayeBar