A Moment of Insanity

I miss holding hands while walking on the street.

I miss being held.

I miss waking up in the morning knowing someone would be thinking about me when he wakes up.

I miss resting my head on a readily available chest when I feel tired or sleepy.

I miss knowing someone would be interested in knowing every single thing that I did during the day.

I miss having someone who'd care if I stayed up all night or drank too much.

I miss staring deep into someone's eyes and have that warm tingly feeling inside.

I miss being special to someone.

I miss not caring if I look like hell or I say something stupid because it wouldn't matter.

I miss being loved.