You. Your laugh, smile, mannerisms. It's all on my mind. No matter where I go or what I do I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

Feels good to admit.

If you ever read these words I can feel your potential annoyance. You think, "Get over me. We're done." and you're not crazy. I know. I'm an immature, reckless teenager. I just can't help but think that God puts you in my dreams and in my thoughts for reasons that are beyond me at the moment. Life's crazy and amazing like that.

Regardless, you're not thinking of me and I need to cope with that. I don't think you lay awake at night wishing you could talk to me like I do. I'm guessing you never find yourself talking to other people and craving our conversations like I do. You're probably not in the arms of someone else and shutting your eyes real tight in the attempt to open them and have me right there like I do.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I'm coming off as crazy and desperate. Truth is, I can't recall a time another person has made me feel like you do. You're a man that seems to be able to care about so many people and hobbies and interests. Your intellect, your ideas, emotions, they're so beyond anything I thought ever existed in a person. Who you are is so worthy of praise and love.

Love is what I hope you find in the person you marry. The woman who you give your everything to should know who you are. She should be a woman that understands that the man she kisses, talks to and laughs with is someone who is capable of achieving his goals and still has time to love her with his whole being and heart. I pray that you end up with who you're supposed to.

I pray she makes you chuckle and throw your head back as you do so. I pray she fascinates you so much that you look at her with that special something sparkling in your eye as the conversation pauses, just as I was blessed enough to experience. I pray you find that woman that you want to latch onto. You want her. For as long as God has planned for you which is hopefully forever.

Thank you for being there for me and never shying away when I felt lonely. I'm not sure if you realize the impact you made on my life, I'm not sure if this love was mutual, but I do know that in our fleeting moment of unity and affection we shared, I was joyful. I felt a tingle in my toes and a flicker in my finger as it traced your hair. I felt a linger in a kiss that left a mark in my soul. Past my heart. You've stamped your name on me and I pray it never fades.

You are amazing. You're on my mind. You're you. I pray I see your name one day in a headline for doing something you're capable of doing, something awesome. I pray I find you again. I pray to God that maybe one day I'll see you. In case that day isn't part of our bigger and better plans, perhaps I will see you in my thoughts and dreams. Later, dude.