"...after dreaming of you and me." i miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. i really do. I can't even think about the other ones now. The guilt is horrible. I must care more than i'm even willing to admit. I can't wait for you to come home and tell me all about it. And hear you say you missed me, hear your laugh, touch your hands, and kiss your mouth. But the strangest thing is that when we're laying in bed completely quiet and you're looking so sleepy but you're focusing all your energy on those fingertips that you're softly tracing down my spine... thats really what i miss the most.