I miss you

I wanna ask how you're doing but I'm afraid, afraid that you wont reply or just ignore that message. Maybe thats what you're thinking as well... we really are two peas in a pod, similar in ways we dont really notice. I'm still thinking, contemplating whether or not I should be the one to ask "how are you" or "how have you been" because I know you, and you know me. We are both anxious people, prideful people, acting all nonchalant even though we can say a hundred, if not thousand of words to each other. I miss you... You are like this aching addicition that I cant quit, just like the cigarettes in my hand. I miss you, come back. I miss you, please just talk to me once more...