Missing You

I just want to say that. I hope that you know who you are.

I hope that you know that my feelings for you were real even if our time together is just a fantasy.

I miss your smile. I miss your playfulness. I miss the energy of dancing around that line of being your good girl and your brat.

But I especially miss the promise of your claiming, the promise that I am yours and hearing that from you, the promise of your possession of me.