Rewriting The Stars

My heart misses him. It skips a beat at his presence and my skin tingles at his touch. My brain can’t seem to quit thinking about him. My subconscious won’t seem to stop haunting me with dreams focused on him. My arms scream to hug him. My hand itches to hold his. My lips long for his to be pressed against mine. I just can’t seem to let him go.

2015 please be good to be. Bring me love and happiness. Bring me dancing in the rain, good books to take me from reality, love to fall into, and adventures to go on. Bring me beautiful pictures to take, someone to stay up with all night talking about everything on our minds, good coffee, and only love to give. Bring me a good year with the highest of ups and only short downs.