I miss you.

You knew
exactly how much
space to give me when I was angry.
The correct questions to ask.
The way to calm me down.

It wasn't your job
but you did it regardless
and you did it well.

So now I sit here smoldering in the feelings I cannot control:
The fear.
The anger.
The regret.
The relief.
All the self hate and sadness are choking me.

I don't know what I want,
But you're my best friend.
And I ******* miss you.