The hardest thing about losing you is that it didn't just happen once.
I lose you every single day that we don't speak.
When I wake up in the morning and reach for my phone and hope to see a message that isn't there and when I go to sleep at night after I realize that the only person I want to moan to about how crap my day was, isn't there.
And I lose you in all of the moments in between, in all the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think of you.
I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel.
And I used to to think I could only miss you when I was alone but that's not true. I miss you when I'm around everyone else, too. Because they are not you. But you're always there...somewhere.
I can't stop thinking about you. It's only when I'm asleep that I get a break from it. From thinking, wanting and missing.
But then I wake up the following day, roll ever, check my phone, see that you didn't call and I just know I'm going to feel it all over again.
