losing you wasn't like anything I've ever lost before. I can't rifle through bags and search through piles of clothes in hopes to find you laying discreetly under something and I can not retrace my steps wishing I could find the exact spot that I dropped you, finding a human being isn't as easy as finding my favorite sweater or my house keys, because you aren't looking to be found and you're not waiting for me to finally reach you once again, losing a human being is like losing a body part or a limb, because you can never ever get that same piece of you back, it's gone forever, and so are you.