I miss you.

I am here and you are there.

Hundreds and thousands of miles separate us.

I would give almost anything right now to be with you.

If we were together, maybe we would watch a movie, like High School Musical (humuhumunukunukuapuaa)or Roughing It (there IS something wrong with the gravy!). Maybe it would be one of those ridiculous Hallmark movies, although it wouldn’t matter which one since they all have the same plot.

Maybe we would watch a show, like Psych or White Collar or Gilligan’s Island. Maybe we would watch BTS or Steele or Monk.

Maybe we would play a game like Imaginiff and we would be so engaged in the game and having such a good time that we all be laughing crazily and shouting over one another to hear the questions.

Maybe we would play Disney DDR till our legs were numb, or at least until someone got hurt on the ceiling fan.

Maybe we would bake a pumpkin pie, or maybe a hundred sugar cookies. Maybe we would make and eat so much popcorn we explode, and drink so much coffee we jitter.

Maybe we would sit and talk about the future, sharing our hopes and dreams as well as our fears.
Maybe we would reminisce about the past, reliving our favorite memories.

Maybe we would laugh so hard our sides ache, stopping only long enough to catch a breath before collapsing on the floor with another fit of laughter.

Maybe we would draw mustaches on our faces and go to Pizza Hut.

Maybe we would talk about the troubles in our lives and help carry each other’s burdens.

Maybe we would get up ridiculously early in order to hit the Black Friday sales even though we didn’t need a thing, only going because we could do it together.

Maybe we would break into random song and dance and decide to make a ridiculous music video.

Maybe we would pull out the Christmas music in October, or maybe we would sing our hearts out to Disney soundtracks.

Maybe we would go play a game of frisbee, spending half of the time in the street fetching a stray.
Maybe we would give up and do handstands instead.

Maybe we would be rushing around in the kitchen making dinner with miscellaneous ingredients we have on hand, ultimately making the best meal we had ever tasted or the strangest thing to ever be put on the table. (Broccoli pancakes falls into the second category.)

Maybe we would look at old pictures, laughing at how crazy we used to be.

Maybe we would just sit around drinking coffee or hot chocolate, everyone playing sudoku in an undeclared race.

Whatever we would do, we would do it together.
Whether we laughed, cried, sang, danced, mourned, rested, played, baked, or reminisced, we would be doing it together.

Life without you is not the same.
I miss you.