Things left unsaid

He called, and I was still in bed, as that is the most likely place for me to be any time before 4 pm on the weekend. No, no, you're not waking me up, I can't sleep lately. Don't know why. He didn't call to say anything really, just called to chat, the way that friends do. He was messing around with his computer and wasn't saying much (to me, anyway), but as I listened to him mutter to the machine, all I could think was I miss you. The feeling was so overwhelming, I almost said it out loud. I miss you. But I didn't say anything, just laughed a little to myself instead (strange how it's the littlest things you miss), snuggled down under the covers, pressed the phone to my ear, and listened to him living his life.