hey, you.

hello. no embellishments here. it's just me.

so, to cut to the chase, I miss you. I don't know who you are. 

when I say you, I see so many people, so many things, but not one of them evokes quite enough feelings of longing or memories of mutual love for me to miss. truly miss. I just know that I miss you. 

you, as whatever should be fighting off that quivering feeling in my chest when I'm on the verge of inevitable tears. pulling me away from the precipice before I plummet with the waterfall.

you, as whoever should be in my mind as I stare off into the distance, trying to ward off the thick something that's numbing my senses.

you, the last bit I need to complete my patchwork heart.

where are you? I miss you.