Dear Boy Who Isn't Here,
I'm missing you right now. I'm imagining you as the culmination of all the boys in the past. I'm trying to recall exactly how it feels to be in your arms or to fall asleep with my head on your chest. That recurring dream would be so comforting tonight...if only it were real.
I'd like nothing more than to come home to you. I'd like to see a smile on your face because I'm home, or to watch you roll over upon my entrance and greet me sleepily. I'd like to curl up in your arms and forget about why everything feels so hard lately.
But you don't exist.
-s1
(still dreaming...)