I’m sure you’ve heard it a thousand times before from a thousand different people. Everyone loves you.
So when I say it, it probably doesn’t mean much. I’m probably just another one of the many, but I wish I wasn’t.
I miss you. I miss your vioce and your blue eyes. I miss holding your hand and hearing you say you love me. I miss everything you ever said and did for me. I miss the way you kissed and the way you smiled. I miss the way we used to talk and all the things we did. I miss you holding me and hugging like you never wanted to let go.
You’re not here, you’ve gone away. I’m not sure if I still matter to you, but you still mean the world to me. The sad part is being one of the rest when to me, you’re the only one.
I miss you.