I'm in love with the things that make me think of you.
Waking up without feeling alone.
Running through sprinklers on days much too hot,
The crackle of fire on days far too cold.
Walking back home feeling better, not worse.
Seeing G-rated movies,
in all three dimensions.
Having your hand to hold in strange company.
Knowing you're mine, with no looking back.
The freckles on my shoulders,
you kissed me better when the sun burnt my skin.
Days gone by, immortalised in analogue snapshots.
"In A Relationship with Chris Milne"
Clicking your name and seeing mine, too.
Pinkie promises.
Being terrible at every video game,
except Mario Kart 64.
Summer. Winter. Autumn. Spring.
Matching T-Shirts.
Missing you within seconds.
Hoping if you read this, you'll come home sooner than later.
Thinking of you when I should be washing up.
Missin' your kissin'.

Come home. Come home. Come home.