I want to cry, but I hold back, finding it hard not to have a heart attack.

My mind is set to wonder, I can’t seem not to break, for him I do ponder, wishing the pain was fake.

The pain worsens within me, when I see his dear face, for it seems to be, my heart begins to race.

I miss you…

I miss the hours we would spend talking, being open and honest, and free. I miss how my heart would breathe a sigh of relief because you brought me peace.

I miss the feeling of hope and happiness and how with you I always felt content…

I miss you…

I miss the hours I would spend lying by your side tracing the lines upon your skin, I miss he way you held me close enough to hear your heartbeat… I wish I could hear it again.

I miss you…

I miss you every minute of every day, it’s an ache, a sadness, an emptiness that doesn’t ever go away... I miss you.