I’ve been through this for so many weeks, for so many months. I tried to deny it, it’s existence. But its burning me up inside, and its killing me bit by bit. ” I miss you.“ 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 I’m sick wishing that you’d 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, “somebody somewhere is leaving someone”. I miss you every time I drive by a car with the same model or color as yours. I miss you every time I’m driving wishing that it was you, and I’d 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 you’d look like a squirrel. I miss you every time I smoke, with every puff I’d make. I miss you every time I get so cold in the middle of the night wishing you’d be the one making me warm. I’d miss you so often, that everything just doesn’t seem right. That in everywhere I look, I’d see you. And I have been denying it. I knew it, but I just couldn’t accept it. And now, I’m 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 I’m always wishing that it was you, even if I don’t love her as much as I love you.
