Everything feels off when you’re on my mind. Some days I half expect you to just show up again. I know that it won’t happen but it still feels like a joke.
And then the truth sets in and I feel like a fool for missing you. I know you wouldn’t want me to, but I do. I miss knowing that I live in the same world as you. I miss knowing that you breathe the same air I do.
I just miss you.
an awfully nice life 