Cupcakes

I miss you as often as the sunsets and think about you even more. If there is a way to exist in this moment, I am content on remaining here. So many times I have never imagined there a greater feeling than this and though we're not together, I find it hard to detach myself from you. It is absurd but it is the only thing I can think about and it drives me mad. Perhaps you're not thinking of me, perhaps you are. She makes you moan. I make you cupcakes.
You are beautiful, completely and whole, and I cannot do anything but think of you.