Maybe I’m just up late at night missing you, and your ever-absent presence is constricting my heart with lament which reverberates to the jumble of blood and neurons in my head we call our brain, that is unable to discriminate between feelings of sorrow and threats of bodily civil war, thereby disallowing sleep as a means of revolt against the advances of the dictatorial establishment that is my saddened heart.
She was subsequently speechless.
Probably by the grammar.
I knew you missed me.

