I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. So so much. I miss the way you would hold me, so tight and so close to the point it felt suffocating. I miss the way you would bury your hand under my thigh while you were driving. I miss the way you would look at me when we would wake up and tell me you loved how I look in the mornings. I miss the way you were always making an effort to keep me calm while I was having some sort of panic attack. 

   I know we tried to keep us together for as long as we could. I made the mistake of being a raging cold bitch at times, and you made the mistake of never listening and ignoring the problems. I know we both regret a lot of the bad times we had, and I know we both still love each other. It hurts that we want a long time apart and that’s the way it has to be. In my mind, I’m counting down the days, deciding whether it should  be 5 months or 6. But, I miss you every single day. I’ll try not to forget you. And i hope you try not to forget me either. 

 but then again, I might be missing something that really is dead. It’s probably my ego/pride wanting something that my self doesn’t even want.