I miss him

I know, I shouldn’t. I know, really, that it’s not him I miss, it’s the idea of him. It’s the idea of having a guy to spoon with at night, a guy to go to the movies, a guy who I want to share my day with, a guy who I want to know everything about. I know its not him. But it’s him. I miss the way he laughs. I miss the flerty e-mails. I miss knowing how he’s doing…
I just miss him…