I miss you. I couldn’t tell you by how much though, since there are no words to illustrate the intensity, the depth nor the ardency.
I miss you with a passion that even the ages can’t erase. With the fervor of heroes, the vehemence of the gods, the fierceness of times.
I miss you. and there is nothing I can do. But visit you in every waking and sleeping dream. Whispering sweet nothings. Caressing, Enticing.