it's these moments that I miss you, when I'm sitting here and no one can seem to understand no one looks at me the way you do in the eyes, gentle smile, one hand in mine the other in my hair letting me know that it was okay to fall apart that I didn't have to be perfect and no can seem to understand that that I'm not perfect like I come off to be, that I fake a good portion of the smiles I put on and holding things in my hands is harder than it looks, no one looks at me the way you do and every time you do, it makes me want to be more makes me want to try harder and fight longer it's these moments that I miss you, miss your voice telling me that it's all going to be okay miss your words encouraging every phenomenal dream I have miss your lips on my cheek when there aren't any words to make everything alright miss your constant reassurance that this time it wasn't going to fall apart and I feel like I've missed my chance on you again look I miss you not just in these moments where I need someone to steal me away, hide me from reality in the comfort of a chest to lay on and a hand to hold, and whisper that no matter what happened you were never going to leave, I miss you all the time not just when I need you, but when I don't need you because no one looks at me the way you do like I'm worth it, like I'm not insane, like it doesn't matter if I'm good enough I miss you and I feel like I've missed my chance on you again I've missed my part two and you've already taken my heart with you.