I miss you and I wish I could text you, wish I could tell you what I’ve been doing, wish I could ask you why your arm is broken – does it hurt? How did it happen? Wish I didn’t have to feel heartbroken for every tagged photo of you because it makes me count how many stories we have that we’ve left unspoken. Wish I’m not this exhausted because I’ve been doing all sorts of things to keep me from texting you but I still end up doing so, a simple ‘hey’ to which you respond a ‘hi’ and after that, my throat tightens, my eyes water, and I stare at the screen of my phone for a few minutes then lock it because I couldn’t pick up the courage to type in the words I have been avoiding – I miss you.