Where my people at?

I miss my guys. I miss their stupid faces and how they made fun of me. I miss having someone to hurt me. Not that they would, but that they could. They were the select few who were close enough, knew the flaws and neuroses and stayed regardless. And I wanted them to. One said he loved me and the other was judgmental, and the third was, well, a bit of an angel. I keep thinking that we're coming out of winter and the leaves will return and everything will warm soon. I can't seem to convince myself that the cold has yet to be here.