Iβve been through this for so many weeks, for so many months. I tried to deny it, itβs existence. But its burning me up inside, and its killing me bit by bit. β I miss you.β And I have been feeling it since the day we parted ways. I miss you every time I drink my morning juice. I miss you every time I lie on my bed at night with both hands behind my head, wishing its your head on my chest. I miss you every time Iβm sick wishing that youβd take care of me. I miss you every time I look at the darkness of the sky, how the stars would talk to me wishing that were looking at it as well. I miss you every time I see an airplane, βsomebody somewhere is leaving someoneβ. I miss you every time I drive by a car with the same model or color as yours. I miss you every time Iβm driving wishing that it was you, and Iβd be just navigating the way, how we work so well together. I miss you every time I eat pizza, wishing you were in front of me making that funny face of making your mouth so full that youβd look like a squirrel. I miss you every time I smoke, with every puff Iβd make. I miss you every time I get so cold in the middle of the night wishing youβd be the one making me warm. Iβd miss you so often, that everything just doesnβt seem right. That in everywhere I look, Iβd see you. And I have been denying it. I knew it, but I just couldnβt accept it. And now, Iβm doing the same thing as what you have been doing. Not living with the person that was made for me, but just being content with what I have, with the person who loves me. Even if its not you, even if Iβm always wishing that it was you, even if I donβt love her as much as I love you.
















