The rest is stll unwritten

For some reason I've been really focused on unwritten stories lately.. The ones that you hold in your hear and you wish for, but they never come to fruition.
I watch all these shows where all of these really messed up people have these really messed up relationships but they always bounce back.  They bounce back because its written that way.  What if I could rewrite the story.
If I could rewrite the story and bring you back.. would it even be worth taking you back under the circumstances?  Are you even the same person?  See there was this guy I fell in love with, and I miss him.  To this day my heart is waiting for the rest of that story to be written. I can't accept that all of these blank pages will always be blank.
I miss you.   I miss the way that every hair was always in place.  And that even if I braided it or twister it into little knots you would just run your fingers through it and it would be perfect again.  I miss you fingers... they were so mishapen and to me they looked like alien fingers.. I miss you smile and teasing you about bleaching your teeth.  I miss the way you would wrinkle your nose when you said somethng funny and you were waiting for me to laugh.  I miss the way you would poke at me until I laughed if I didn't in the first place.  I miss the way you would randomly burst into song.  You couldn't carry a tune but the song was always beautiful to me.  I miss the way you were constantly looking at yourself in the mirror but refused to have your picture taken.  I have so many pictures of those alien fingers in front of your face.  Yes I miss the way you made me feel when we were together. And  I miss the person I wasn when you were here, but mostly, I miss you. 
If I could write the story I like to think you never would have left.. but then again I wouldn't know how much I really loved you.  I spent out entire friendship wishing it was more. Wishing I could make it what I wanted it to be. I've spent the 6 months since you left realizing how great everything was, just the way it was.  I wish and pray every night that I could just pick up a pen and writing a different ending.. write a story without an ending.  But every day I also have to have the Earth shattering revelation that this too is a story that will always remain unwritten..