I miss you, and I want to be beside you, curled up beside you.  I want you to stroke my hair and play with it.  I want to put my head on your shoulder and relax, and close my eyes.

I want to be there with you, because you understand me best out of anyone else.  Maybe you're not the best sort of friend I should have, but you're the true closest one I have.

I know what we have isn't perfect.  I think I want to be intimate without being sexual.  Which is hard.  Harder for you.  But we can work that out, even if you tell me you love me and I'm unsure.

Sometimes there are misunderstandings.  Sometimes I get annoyed with you.  I don't know if you get annoyed with me.

But aside from the wince-worthy memories we shared together, there are the other ones that I don't forget.

And despite the flaws, I want you back, and I want you with me.

Maybe I love you.  Maybe I don't.  I don't know yet.  But for now...I just want you...