I miss you my friend...more than you know

It is strange, in a way, how I sometimes be struck by the strongest urge to see you, to talk to you, to listen to you, to laugh with you. I picked up my phone wanting to call you... but I hesitated. I wanted to ask you out…so I can just watched your face holding the hot cup of coffee and the arch of your brows as you started to laugh…but I hesitated….there's something in me that would rather be content with memories of our sweetly scented coffee evenings….I miss you, my friend. More than you know...more than I know.