Scattered

"We still have time. I want to see you as badly as you do me. I just don't want to be sick when I do it."

Well, time's running out. And I don't think you'll ever want to see me as badly as I want to see you.

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I want to hold your hand in public. Yep, that was an actual thought that formed today, and I came very close to dashing my head against the wall--for all the good that would have done. An entire mini-album of us in various compromising positions? Been there, done that. A single memory of an intimate, non-sexual touch in public? No. How do I ask that of you? I'm typically allergic to PDA, but here I am, longing for something so...small. My chest gets tight when I consider the very real possibility of not seeing you at all this month. I'd do anything right now for a guarantee that I can say goodbye in person before you move on the first.

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I'm not going to miss this.

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I'm going to miss you.