The Idea

I don’t miss him, I miss the idea of him.
Someone to confide in and laugh with
Sharing each others dreams and desires
Making plans to reach goals together

I don’t miss him, I miss the idea of him.
The random text messages saying I’m on his mind
Saying that he misses me
The comfort felt in his arms while being held and snuggled up to

I don’t miss him, I miss the idea of him
The touch of his lips that makes me weak in the knees
Making me want more
Feeling sexy the way only he can make me feel

I don’t miss him, I miss the idea of him
Someone to think of and smile about
Longing to see him, anticipation of spending time with him
Feeling happy that I have someone

Will the idea of him ever come again or am I day dreaming?
Should I go looking for it or should I patiently wait?
Thoughts of what to do go over and over in my mind
I miss him…whoever he is.