Someone Like You

4 Aug

The other day the Yankee and I went to the movies.

I was reminded of what I like about him in the first place.

From the first time I met him I felt like he knew me.

Perhaps because we have similar beliefs. Perhaps because he instinctively sees through me. Perhaps because he’s a good listener.

The thing I miss most about him, the thing that makes me call him when bad things happen is that feeling of being known.

But that isn’t missing a person. It’s missing a feeling you can get from a certain kind of person.

I’m an addict. I want more of that feeling. And him. But for different reasons.

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