...jim...

i miss you so much.

and the fact that you are now in another part of the world does not help.

no more late night booze for the weary, loveless couple that we are.

no more early morning crying sessions for the hopeless romantic pair that we are.

no more guy ditching for the bitter, cynic people we temporary become after having our hearts broken for the nth time.

i love going out with you and pretending we are a couple. cause even if you are one of the gayest (is there such a word?) people i know, you dress up decently.

i miss how you make me laugh.

i miss how you know the right punch lines to say at the right time.

i love it when you laugh at my jokes after delivery and not 5 minutes after.

i miss you so damn much, i want to put myself in a care package to be sent to you.

i miss you even if you call me and use that specific phone card to talk about nothing in particular.

i miss you because i have a lot to tell you i don't know where to begin, or if i do, when to stop.

i miss you most especially because there has been nobody after you left that has been there for me like you...not one even came close.

i miss you and i do look forward to the day when we get to live in will-and-grace like fashion.