Thirty Letters in Thirty Days

It's a strange kind of missing you. We talk all the time, show each other things, laugh and joke and have fun, but it's never really real. We never talk in person any more. I haven't seen you since... I don't know. Months ago. I really miss you, which would be why I'm writing this letter to you. It's sad that we can't speak in person, see each others' smiles, trip over while attack-hugging each other. I miss that.