I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I just miss you. A lot. When I'm drinking coffee, laughing at my brother's jokes, listening to my friend's grave life problems, reading the academic journals I have to, coming across a word that you connected me with: cheeky.

All of this is driving me crazy. I don't know how to react to this feeling. This is not love; I'm quite sure. This is longing. Hapless and pure. Debilitating. Offensive.

I just long for you.

And way too much at that.