I miss you so much.

I miss you so much that I’ve been pushing your memories to the back of my mind.

I miss you so much that I force myself not to cry when people say your name.

I miss you so much that I’m jealous of everyone that knew you, everyone that knows you, and everyone that’ll know you.

I miss you so much that I have left your gifts unopened, terrified that if I touched it, it’d fade away, just like you have.

I miss you so much that I pretend I don’t.

I miss you so much that I sometimes wish I haven’t met you.

I miss you so much it hurts.