Dear L,
I miss you. I miss talking to you, and just hanging out. We make sense to each other in lots of ways, and I miss having someone who gets those weird neurotic parts of me. You're also lots of fun.
I miss getting to just hang out. Proximity was great for that, because being closer meant that we could just get together without it having to be for something, and I miss that too. Being so far away kind of sucks.
I need a big dose of just hanging out and doing nothing much together. Cooking, cleaning, whatever. I feel like you're a good influence on me, and I miss that too.
Hugs,
Me.