Sometimes

Sometimes i miss your calls. I miss how we discuss so much and overthink with each other. I miss how logical you could be when I dive to deep in my head. I miss being near you. I miss being near you— now that part I really get stuck on. How can love be so possessive at times and the maturity of the reality stops the mind from getting comfortable. I miss you being near. I wish a part of me secretly would drop this life and run towards you, but that’s not realistic at all. I miss being near you — I don’t know how many times I can explain