i'm gonna write this to get you out of my head and then i'm gonna get back to work. i miss you... why do i miss you so much?

i didn't get it the last trip.. how much i just love talking to you.. being around you.. hearing the way that you think about things. sometimes just hearing how quiet you are.

you have this grace about you.. this silent maturity where you seem to say very little but when you do it's valuabble. i like that you can be funny and social and outgoing but yet can be quiet and thinking..

i love that others tell you how good looking you are but you don't hear it yourself. you don't soak it in and live it.. which i love... i remember sitting at dinner and having them tell you about how she liked you so much and you just hear it all and turned to me and asked some unrelated question (about beer!)

i loved riding the motorcycle with you.... seeing the sun rise or getting lost on the way to the hotel.. i loved leaning in to tell you something or holding on to you.. it's like an excuse to hug you for an extended period of time.

i loved having lunch with you.. and talking about things totally unrelated to wadi or drinking or anything.. just hearing you talk about your normal life.

i loved staring at you when no one was watching.. sometimes when you were watching.. and i loved forcing myself to not instinctively look away when you caught me.

i loved the moment at the airport where you said "me too" and we just smiled at each other...

you were/are some kind of elixir for me.. that i just can't get enough of. i know i talk more than you.. i know i talk a lot with you.. you make me nervous.. you make me giddy.

i love your hair. your eyes are intense as this girl says they are.. god i love your look.. the rugged and manly meets quiet and sensitive.

i loved that i had NO filter what so ever the last time we talked.. which was when i slept in my airport seat and you were in bed.. i loved teasing you that you were boring me when all i wanted to do was stay on the phone forever. i missed you dearly as soon as i got off.

i miss you now. i want to see your face again.. want to hug you again.. want to tell you a million stories that i have.

now i will work. i have gotten it.. well some of it.. out of me.