I miss you.

You left, with almost no reasons and no explanations, and expected my life to revolve as it once did.
The pain was expected, as was the emptiness.
It would almost have made sense, and almost felt right,

Except…

This wasn’t supposed to end like this.
This wasn’t supposed to hurt so deep.
This wasn’t supposed to pull at my heart every time I think of you.

Every time I hear your music,
Every time I see my empty screen,
Every time I can almost feel your touch on my skin.

Every time I almost e-mail you to tell you about my day,
Every time I almost text you a joke to make you laugh.
Every time I almost call and demand answers.

I will do none of those things because my will is stronger than that.

I will do none of these things because, even after all this, I still respect your pride

I will do none of these things because I’m moving on without you.

But still, there are still moments in my day,

Where I wish you were still somehow part of my life.

I miss you.

I fuckin’ miss you.