I miss you.
...
Sometimes when I'm lying in bed I think of her. I think of her soft Arabian skin, lightly freckled from the sun, her thick black waves trailing down her back and her strong voice calling my name.
Sometimes I think of us dancing together. I imagine putting my hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she leans into me.
I imagine my breath creating Goosebumps on the back of her neck.
I imagine her turning to kiss me.
At that moment I swear we're together again. It's as though this whole crazy world never broke us apart.
I miss you Jasmine.