Flood

Most days are okay, some are ever better, but there are those few days where they aren't so swell. Days like today, are the days I spend missing you more and more as every second seems like an hour. It's days like these where I find myself crying throughout the day longing just for a glimpse of your face, or a brush of your skin across mine. Every night I find myself wanting you here in my arms as I kiss your forehead and squeeze you tightly against my chest. But it's nights like these, where I flood my sheets in tears wanting it even more.