No matter how many times that my head tells me I don’t miss you.. I know my heart and my lips do. And it’s too difficult to comprehend, that this is how it ends after all that we’ve been through. Cos when you left you took a part of me with you. I don’t know how to fill that space, It’s still your face, I think about every morning when I wake. Every hour of the day, right before I hit the hay..











