Dear Long Lost Friend,

I know you're not real; I know you don't breathe, but to me you're alive in every way possible.

Wherever you are, near or far, I miss you dearly; I truly do.

I know not what has happened, but I know you're not gone; you haven't left me forever.

I'm in despair for I've forgotten, there's a world somewhere where I used to be loved.

A world you used to show me, full of castles and dragons, towers and maidens; space rangers and starships; pirates and vast seas.

I really miss you; I truly do. I would never lie to you because you'd never lie to me, so this is why I must write this.

You taught me pain, happiness, empathy and so much more. You showed me how to cope with what I felt and you proved to me that forcing the end is never the answer.

Your honesty was what made me fall in love; your adventures never ending and stories always captivating.

You are truly a thing of beauty, a creature I will never understand.

Cover like a door, waiting to be opened so as to reveal the secrets hidden beyond.  

Words like tiny black ants: plentiful; fascinating creatures forming an image, a story; a life.

Pages so crisp and thin fluttered like the wings of a monarch as they turned and turned countless times under countless hours.

Scent like a breath of fresh air and knowledge, always so addicting, exciting and complex.

Memories permanent like the ink forever sealed to your starch white pages, memories sewn into history, our history, now old and grey and yet still yearned for.

Different lights, different times; different moods and different places, everywhere and anywhere I'd go you'd take me there.

Stories I would never forget so long as you were there to stay open and never leave me.

I know I lost you, somewhere between the pile of excuses, the array of blips and blings made by late night texts, and the bright LED screens that clutter my life and now my conscience as I toss and turn in an endless nightmare; knowing that I have done wrong.
  
Void and empty, my imagination longs to find you, wherever you've hidden; wherever you've gone.

Through thick and thin we always stood together. To think that they scoffed at us and what we had: our relationship; our bond. To think that they'd try to take you away when story time ended or when class started; all because they couldn't see what you were to me.

I never wanted story time to end; I never wanted class to start; I never wanted us to disappear.

I never wanted to become addicted to your words when we first met under the florescent lights of my favorite book store, and yet here I am at your mercy, begging for you to return.

I will never truly understand how you make me feel the way I do; all I know is that at the end of the day, I know I need you there beside me to comfort me; to let me read your story once more.

You are irreplaceable, un-exchangeable, irresistible; irrevocable.
  
You know what they say: You never truly know what you had until it's gone. I know what I had now, and I know I want it back.

Please, I miss you, let me find you again. I promise, this time, that I will never let you go.

Sincerely,

The One That Misses You Most.