I miss
you.
I know I see you everyday, but the
you I see .. isn't you.
It isn't the you I had all the fun
memories with, who I could
trust &tell everything
to.
It isn't the you that I called my best
friend, practically sister.
The you I see - Is the new you.
But I miss the old one; the real you.
I miss my other
half.
vent_read the bold
words ..