What I Miss Most

It's been over six months since we've had a real conversation; and the truth is, I truly regret everything that I did that wasn't good enough for you. You honestly meant everything to me.

I miss your laugh.

I miss your smile.

I miss cuddling with you.

I miss being there for you.

I miss being the one you told everything to.

I miss your voice.

I miss your attitude.

I miss your face.

I miss your hugs.

I miss being able to call you mine.

I miss what we meant to each other.

I miss our memories.

I miss our interlocking hands.

I miss our play wrestling.

I miss our play fights.

I miss everything we had.

I miss everything that we were becoming.

I miss everything about you.

I miss you.

I feel like I need you, even now.

The day I lost you, I lost my world. I lost my sunshine. I lost what meant most to me. My heart darkened. I was lost. I was a tiny rock in space, desperately searching for who I was. You were my first love. My precious gem. My kitten. My baby. My everything.

I loved you with all of my heart, with everything that I had.

The day I lost you, I was drowning, and I desperately needed to be found.