Maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or the way you smile. Or maybe it was your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty **** hard. And now I've been losing sleep. I lay awake on my bed; twisting and turning. Thinking of you is becoming my hobby now. Where are you? What are you doing? How are you? All these questions arise in my head. I  start missing you, even more, my heart starts aching to talk to you. In those moments, I pull up our old chats. Reread them; first, laugh and then cry. And then. All those promises we made. All those jokes you cracked. All those beautiful things you said to me. All those silly names you gave me. Everything crosses my mind. I miss you like crazy. But then I realize, missing somebody is a part of loving. So I lay under the covers, alone, missing you.