The Missing

I'm annoyed. I don't know why, but then again I kind of do. I want something that I know not of. I want too much sometimes. I just want things to feel right. I go into it feeling alright, then she says something or I say something, and I feel horrible. I feel like I have no way out of the situation, as if the walls of our little issues come closing in around me.

I have this vision of the life I want. I want to be happy, compassionate, eccentric, sophisticated, and zen. I want to travel. I want to help people. I want to experience new things. I want to be loved. I want to love more than anything. And, I love her. I just want our worlds and our visions to complement each other's.

I want her, my dreams, her dreams, and our dreams. I want us to work harmoniously together. We do; it's just so hard being so far apart from one another. I miss her so much.