I miss dwelling within your atmosphere; inhailing the sweet aroma pouring from your pores. I miss hearing your laughter as it echoes against the walls. I miss the way you sit on the sofa with your long legs crossed, playing on your laptop. My only wish is to be next to you; able to hold you close to me. All I want is the chance to be close to you, feeding you whenever your stomach utters a sound. I promise to keep you comfortable.
Jonathan M. Emerson