Every now and then I miss you deeply. Then I think to myself, no, I can't. I just miss the text messages I would wake up to, I miss the constant communication with someone, I miss sharing a bed with you, I miss feeling comfortable enough around someone that I can invite them over and I'm still in bed and in my pyjamas, I miss walking down to the shops and drinking ice tea with you, I miss the dirty jokes that would leave me laughing hours later, I miss the compliments and the way you would talk. I miss sitting on the bus with you and having you whisper in my ear. I miss just generally having someone there for me. I think I'm lonely. I still miss you.