Missing You

I’ve reached the point where missing you has turned into missing a part of myself. My heart constantly aches because I can’t be with you. It’s absolute torture. Having to just exist knowing there’s no way to talk to you, to do anything. I’m currently wallowing in misery. Ugh. 

I really do miss you. And I love you. A lot. . . . 

(casually points out that our 1-Year-And-8-Months anniversary was yesterday 😉 ) 

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