Missing(?)

I kissed him goodbye in the morning and I already miss him. I wrote him a note on the gift that I gave him saying something like “separate for these days, together for the rest”. I didn’t quite mean it when I wrote it, but I think I do mean it now that he’s gone. I can never be quite sure about myself. There are times that I want someone so desperately and some moments later I can forget him easily lessening his importance to me and changing the way I see things totally.