I miss you.
I miss you without fully comprehending why I miss you.
I miss you, wondering how it is possible for me to miss you.
I miss you like that vague empty feeling in your stomach when you wake up suddenly at 3 a.m. and then remember you had a great dinner. I hold the feeling of missing you, like I’d savour the memory of that dinner, at 3 a.m.
All I know, is that I like this feeling of missing you.
Come back, soon.