The worst part about missing you isn’t that you’re not here, is that you fucking are. Your voice never left my ears. Your smell never left my nose. Your touch never left my body. I miss sharing funny things I found with you, I miss sending you links to songs that remind me of us. I miss your jokes, your laugh, your smile. I miss our vídeo calls, our texts.I miss you every fucking second even if I don’t want to admit it. I hate that I want you back even though you destroy me. I crave your company, you were all I had and now I’m left alone. Now there’s me and there’s you, not “us” anymore. I don’t know why you left me but don’t come back because I will fall for you again.