i wish you

you were, taller.
because it surprisingly, makes me feel more secure.

you were, more honest.
because so many things you didn't share, and i feel like an idiot when i knew it by myself.


you were, closer.
because so may times i feel you away, literally and emotionally.


you were, here, not there.
because here i am, sitting alone, writing about you.


i wish you were cuddling me, just like Gerry doing now for me.