Something Missing

Something is missing tonight, as I sit here in bed. It is her. We've seen each other almost every day. We're learning so much so fast. It's been a roller coaster of emotions and confessions and life stories. We've shared so much in just such a short amount of time.

Tonight she had to help a friend. We had planned to get together. She called to ask if I would mind. I smiled, thinking of my own friends and how much they mean to me. Of course I didn't mind. Those people we love sometimes need us. Tonight, someone needed her. I told her to go, If i got the chance to see her later on, I would...

...It is later on now and I won't see her tonight. I'm missing her. I'm sitting here wondering what I should do with myself and getting lost in thoughts of the past three weeks. The time that seems to have flown.

She has been there. She is there. In my mind, so much a part of everything I do, or think, or say now. I've never imagined losing myself to someone and being okay with it. Now i'm drowning in her eyes even when they are miles away. I'm lost inside thoughts of her lips and her arms around me, her eyes, her breasts against me, her hands on me. I'm lost and happy, longing for her and content in the mirages I keep creating in my mind.

Something is missing.

The sound of her voice.