The picture isn't clear, yes, but I'd like to put the blame on my phone's camera, and my room's poor lightning.
I look forward to making more pastel drawings, especially since I have a deadline to make for Lusternia's monthly artisanals.
I miss you and nightly strolls,
we counted stars under the velvet sky.
I miss you and the times we stayed up late,
looking at each other into the night.
I miss you and the awkward silence,
the awkward smiles, the twinkling eyes.
I miss you and our pretend-hate;
our pretend-glares, our pretend-fights.
I miss you and the way you understood;
your shoulders wet and salty, still you smiled.
I miss the way you listened; you endured,
my made-up lullabies out of tune,
I miss you and the times we were crazy,
we got dirty, stinky, but it was fun.
I miss you and the movies we watched,
one pirated dvd after the other.
I miss you and your unshifting gaze;
I knew you watched as I slept.
I miss you and your wake-up calls,
you were loud, so loud; effective, too.
I miss you and your patience,
though you prod me when I procrastinate.
I miss you and all there is about you,
I couldn't ask for more.
I miss you for being you.
I miss you. I miss you bad.
Come back to me.
Come home, Laptop. :)
I love the twist. Though I truly, truly miss Q.