Love with you was different,
but you still played me.
Like every person you claimed not to be.

I'm going to miss you.

For days, months, years;
For the rest of my life.

I am going to miss you.

I am sure you will invade my thoughts when I least expect it.
Like when I drink my morning coffee, find a new song or book, or when I hear a laugh similar to yours.

I am going to miss you.

Many things do not last,
But I know my thoughts, feelings, and memories of you will never die.

Even though, at times, I will not want to,
I am going to miss you.

Tell me, which is harder.
Waiting for something you know will never be in your cards,
or having to come with the terms that it will never happen.