Impossible

How is it possible that he could not know how very much I miss him? The words are so tepid, so lukewarm in comparison to the steady ache that longs to be filled by him.

I miss him so much I would happily bake lasagna for him in the middle of summer.

It's sheer lunacy. It's impossible that he wouldn't know I miss him.

Damn! Now, I'm gonna have to make that lasagna in July.

Happily...