I wish I knew where you went, how you are, if you're okay, if you think of me as desperately as I think of you.

I haven't been around lately, and I feel bad, because you may have wanted to talk to me. But I wasn't there. And now I pay the penalty in the form of your absence.

I hate it when you're away. It agonizes me and pains me to no end and all I could ever hope for is for you to return. I can think of nothing else.

I miss you, dear. So dearly.

So, so dearly.