Missing you
Is like having a headache that's almost gone.
It still hurts a whole lot,
But you're so close to relief
That it's driving you insane,
And probably perpetuating the headache more.

And loving you
Is like finally being able to breathe.
Loving you
Is like coming in from standing out
In a blizzard half naked,
And being wrapped in blankets and warmth.
Loving you
Is feeling safe
After years of being afraid.

And missing you
Is like the inability to sleep
After being awake for more than twenty four hours.

It's waking up from a nightmare,
Panicked and afraid it might be real.

But loving you is knowing it isn't,
It's knowing it'll be better in the morning.