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Letters to Dr. J Let's just accept the fact that,

Letters to Dr. J Let's just accept the fact that, I can't poetically write "I miss you", but I fucking do and I want to write it so, yeah, I miss you. Also, I just don't miss your mere presence as we are still in enough touch, but may be my ears miss your voice, the selfish me miss me smiling at your "Hello!". I still blabber though, on text. I miss giving that blabbering a voice. I also miss crying because I feel that being upset is something you don't wish for me at all. And doing something against your wish is not just my cup of tea anymore. Even, while having the luxury to get your calls, I miss your physical existence around me. As soon as I wake up everyday, I feel like I could've been be with you. I could've had coffee and you- tea. We could have laughed and call other people names together. That's a dream you know, a terrace dream having my all other dreams stacked up as stairs to reach there. I went to a friend's house today and all the back road journey stories didn't affect me at all. But, I wanted to share all the taunts, all the praises, all the tears I didn't shed while sitting in her verandah. I wanted to share all the thousand moods I had in a day but a call at the end of the day was also not the solution for that may be. May be I needed a real tight hug, or cuddles would do better.
Letters to Dr. J Let's just accept the fact that, I can't poetically write "I miss you", but I fucking do and I want to write it so, yeah, I miss you. Also, I just don't miss your mere presence as we are still in enough touch, but may be my ears miss your voice, the selfish me miss me smiling at your "Hello!". I still blabber though, on text. I miss giving that blabbering a voice. I also miss crying because I feel that being upset is something you don't wish for me at all. And doing something against your wish is not just my cup of tea anymore. Even, while having the luxury to get your calls, I miss your physical existence around me. As soon as I wake up everyday, I feel like I could've been be with you. I could've had coffee and you- tea. We could have laughed and call other people names together. That's a dream you know, a terrace dream having my all other dreams stacked up as stairs to reach there. I went to a friend's house today and all the back road journey stories didn't affect me at all. But, I wanted to share all the taunts, all the praises, all the tears I didn't shed while sitting in her verandah. I wanted to share all the thousand moods I had in a day but a call at the end of the day was also not the solution for that may be. May be I needed a real tight hug, or cuddles would do better.
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