I miss you now. I missed you yesterday and a little more this morning. I am starting to miss you more and more.
Missing you feels different every time. At first I missed the things I got from you. I missed your touch and your attention. I missed your jokes and your texts.
Then I started to miss your presence. I missed your perfume, your smile and the way you look at me.
As time passed, I started to miss you for who you are. I missed hearing your life stories, your perspective on things and your theories on the world. I missed listening to you.
Lately I miss getting to know you better. I miss the things I never had. I miss going to the beach with you. I miss your friends and family. I miss your home town. I miss waking up to you every day. I miss our cat.
Sometimes I’m afraid I’m going to miss another chance to miss you.
In the beginning, I didn’t miss you at all. Then, I started to miss you from time to time. Once every couple of weeks, then days. Now I miss you every day. Sometimes I miss you right after you leave.
Maybe missing someone is how you can measure it. Just count the weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. When you’re done counting, you’re fucked.