I wish I could talk to you about what happened today – the things that made me laugh and the things that made me frown. I wish I could tell you how it feels like being at home when your brother is in a bad mood.
I wish I could talk to you on whether you think short hair suits me best or maybe I could tell you how much I really like your smile because it looks so genuine.
I wish we could talk like we did before – sun down to sun rise and vice versa. I wish I could stare at your eyes while we share stories and I can squeeze your hand or touch your face when I miss the feel of your skin. You would tell me how much you love me and I would tell you how you are my answered prayer and we would mean every single word said.
I wish we could talk – about anything and everything. I will tell you how hard it was to forgive my grandmother and I will tell you the real story of how I was there the night my father died.
I wish we could talk – even if it was just about the weather, how it’s hot one minute and then ultra cold the next.
I wish we could talk again.
This time, I will tell you everything from stories that bothered me when I was little to the stories that I keep under my pillow.
I wish we could talk again because there’s no one else I want to tell my stories to – just you.
My love, I miss you.
It’s still and always will be you.