Missing those special people that ignite the intricate and rare smile across your face. Especially that certain person you can't bear to be apart from, but seeing one another is a rarity. Two entirely diverse lifestyles; one where you attempt to grin and bear it, the other that you desire but it's impossible to have. Hearing your voice but not seeing your expression. Where you're easily distracted by the surroundings I used to be a part of. Where we meet at train stations rather than at the doorstep. The pure desire to be able to just visit you, even for a couple of hours, without having to spend hours on a train. Hold your hand, smile, laugh, kiss, hug. Complete unfairness. All due to a drop of venom. The poison that spreads increasingly after every word and whisper. And affects those, even hundreds of miles away.
So I'll just stare out of my window, and pretend things are normal again for a little while.
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