It isn't written on billboards but I miss you.

**And I always will,
Because these endings,
have no end.

"What if I can't feel?"
You whispered in confusion as you cried.

"Then you're simply not living"

Then the touch of your hands became cold,
your skin turned pale,
but the vibrant glow in your eyes remained
as your gaze stayed upon me.

Your voice so low,
you said to me, *"This is living"

Placing my hand on your chest,
you trembled simultaneously
to the rapid beating of your heart,
and I understood what you meant.

The talks we have
that could last for hours,
if we had the time.

The hysterical laughter
at one another's jokes,
even when they fail
to be humorous.

Being by each others side
through the good and bad.
Picking up broken pieces,
and bringing smiles
to one another
when everything hurts.

Throughout those moments,
I knew you'd be more to me
than my friend.
You became
my best friend,
my sister,
my other half,
but most importantly,
*My happiness.

I've never felt so safe,
as your lips touched my face.
My love surrounds you,
like the power of an invisible cape.

I can still hear your pleads,
as you wish to lay next to me.
But don't try to find me.
*You'll only feel me bleed.