I miss you more than I should.
I miss you more than I could take.
I miss you more than I thought I would after a year and a half of not being with you.
I miss you and it hurts like hell.
It hurts because I’m positive that you don’t miss me the way I miss you.
The way I long for you.
The way I need you.
The pain should subside by now, shouldn’t it? So why hasn’t it?
