I miss you.

I miss your touch and your smell. Your voice telling me my bad day would end.

I miss having lunch with you. Listening to your stories and laughing, forgetting about myself.

I miss crying when you hurt, laughing when you're happy, and being down when you're sad.

It seems so long ago, that you and I could talk. You never took me for granted. So many times I blew you off to have fun, and so many times you sacraficed everything for me.

Now I'm alone. Often I sit here wondering where you are and what you're doing. I realize I screwed up. I know it's too late to ask you to forgive me.

I regret not taking you in. Shoving you out, keeping my feelings to myself. I always knew you cared. But I didn't care enough.

I don't deserve you. I hope he's happy. He better know what he has.

I miss you, and it hurts.