So I'm slightly buzzed, sue me

I want to call you but I won't. I have your number in a semi-secret location so that it is slightly more difficult to retrieve. I've done so good up to this point, no sense in giving in now (the voice in my head shouts "OR IS THERE?"). What would I say anyway? I miss you = big fucking deal.

Do you ever feel that no statement is ever as poignant as you want it to be, and no emotion ever has as much meaning as you imagine? Why do we feel the need to assign significance to purely insignificant events?

I've criticized myself for not being able to tell someone articulately how I feel, maybe there isn't anything to articulate or feel in the first place.