and i miss the way he looked at me, the way he would run his fingers through my hair, the way he'd smile and laugh when i made a lame reference or joke, the way we'd dance even if there was no music, the way he could say a million words without saying anything at all, the way he could hold me and everything would just feel better and id feel so **** secure. and happy. oh god, i miss that happiness i had with him.

he wasn't just my lover, nor my best friend.

not just some guy.

he, was everything to me.

he was my world.

my universe.

my life.

the fire inside my soul, the one energizing the blood in my veins, who was fuelling the way i was.

who i was.

and without him; there's nothing.

it's just not the same.