to you.

Thinking of you makes me queasy inside, because you are thoroughly annoying, yet, not because of malign intent, but of good-willed stupidity.

Thinking of you makes me queasy inside, because even through the iffier moments, I still remember many, many, many crazy, but happy times.

Thinking of you makes me queasy inside, because I think of the sadness you bear on behalf of others, so that they can feel better.

Thinking of you makes me queasy inside, because you suddenly left.

Thinking of you makes me queasy inside, because you are now so far away; I miss you.