I woke up this morning dreaming that you were whispering to me. You asked me: how are you?
I told you: I am doing good. I am a grownup now, doing fine on my own.
But I still miss you -do not know why.
I did not tell you that. I just smiled and left you standing there. Not wanting you to see through my fences, not letting down my façade.
I am a grown up now.