I miss holding your hand. I miss laying against your chest, listening to your heart beat. I miss being your big spoon, because you like to be held too. I miss massaging you. I miss the way you crinkle your nose. I miss your radiant smile. I miss staring into your eyes. I miss you.

Turns out all I want for Christmas is you.

I hate the way I'm overanalyzing this, I just hope I didn't screw it all up.
You've made me so happy this last week and I'm all in a knot because we haven't talked in about 12 hours? What's wrong with me?