I don't miss him with my whole body anymore. I miss him with that immortal piece of you that never ages. The piece made up of firsts. Always the wide eyed child. I miss him with the heart of a 19 year old girl. I miss him completely and hardly at all. Sometimes I escape to him in a dream. For a moment I forgive him, but my reality is anger. How dare he hold me in the forever he promised, from such a distance.











