I Miss You.

Hours became days,

Where sunsets turned into twilights,

And like a fever dream, you consumed my reality

Slowly, you painted my grey world into pastel shades of moonlight on soft summer nights.

I miss your drunken flirting, treading lightly on words... deep conversations of random concepts, so close yet so vague, so personal yet so aloof.

I imagined you smell like books and cigarettes, delicate fingers, typing paragraphs of your daily life in thoughts and opinions, sometimes cruel, sometimes sweet but always nostalgic, like a blanket that's too worn out.

I miss you, Intimate Stranger. Unfamiliar Friend.