i miss laughing with you.

that feel of the both of us being on one side. .

i miss you telling me things.

anything & everything. .
the not-so-"little" things & the significant things. .
the victories & the darkness. .

i miss you walking by.

that strong eye contact & undeniable soul connection in that fleeting moment. .

didn't we have it? . . . . .

where did we go? . .

was it when you left? . .

or was it while i was next to you? . .

did you even want me to hold your hand? . .

was it okay that i rested my cheek upon your shoulder? . .

did you like that i clung tightly onto your arm? . .

i was afraid of losing you . .

but now i feel i'm living the future in the present,
and it is the most painful thing thus far . .