Missing

For some reason, I really miss her. Maybe because it's December. Maybe because we haven't talked lately. Maybe because the world turns dark more quickly and the cold air bites somehow more sharply. Maybe it's the christmas lights that makes everything so romantic. Maybe it's the busyness of the season.

I miss her - the person she was - when she was with you.

I miss me ... with you.

But look, it's still me. Not much has changed ... except you are just missing. Hopefully missing me too.