I miss you.
No matter how much I keep myself busy, and physically and mentally occupied, I am still missing you. I am growing and feeling better about myself steadily, but underneath that, there is a hollow space that wasn’t there before. This space is always there, lying underneath all the other, mostly positive feelings, giving everything a slight brownish-grey tinge.
All the time
and every night.
Even a great day full of laughter and sunshine is slightly grey, because you are not part of it.
I miss talking to you, making you laugh and diving into your thoughts and opinions. I miss inviting you to peer into what makes me tick, and how I work. I miss knowing that you care. I miss feeling safe.
I miss kissing you, and feeling your touch. I miss your voice caress my senses. I miss your smell, and the feel of your skin.
I miss being able to tell you this.
I miss you