I Miss You

I miss you. Those words are sharper knives than we realize. We hurt without the person we love, while also hurting knowing the person we love is hurting without us. Missing someone is a slow, decay of love that we cause ourselves. When we miss someone, they are not with us. Though once, they were here, and it was love. No, it was more than love. It was a connection of the soul. It was the answer to life itself. But they went away. And now we are left with memories of that connection. Pictures of some moments. The memories begin to blur. The thoughts and the words that were exchanged in the memories disappear. And now all that is left in the memories are how we remember what we felt. That is not enough. With faded memories, we are left searching to find what once made us feel what we did. Missing someone hurts so much because we are disconnected. We may know they love us, but we cannot feel it. We pretend nothing will change, but everything is changing every second we spend missing them. Typing words or saying them over the phone becomes repetitive, as if we are trying to convince ourselves over and over again that the love is still there. But it is still there. We just struggle showing our love from where we are, so we doubt. The love is always there, but not being with them, not being with a part of our soul, means we can't feel like ourselves. So we tell ourselves we are changing. Only thing that is changing is our idea of the connection. We believe it is broken. It becomes fuzzy, but it is there. Missing someone is devastating to our hearts. You were once here, I had a bite of bliss and now I'm left with the bitter taste. I miss you.