I miss someone.

I’m not being deliberately vague; I don’t know much more than what I stated above. I am missing someone badly and I can’t see his face, I don’t know who it is. I don’t know whether I’ve already met him or whether he’s someone I’m meant to be with waiting right around the corner. It feels like someone protective and warm, a tad older (I’m feeling 4 years), he’s got dark coloring, quite a bit taller than me (yeah, who isn’t?), athletic and healthy and open to new things and wholesome activities (read: NOT drinking and partying). What keeps hitting me is the feeling I have when I lean my head against his collar bone and his arms go around me. I feel like he figuratively turns me so that he’s against the wind, the rain, the burning sun, and I would be bathed in just the soft breezes and moonlight and filtered sunshine. He likes putting his hand behind my head to stroke my hair as I press my cheek into his chest. He also likes to pick me up — wait — I just got a highly disturbing image/thought.

…oh, gawd.

…Yeah, I’m going to bed.