I miss you
I miss me
I miss the we, we used to be
I miss the us, doing all the us stuff
I miss you being my home, and I miss being your love
I miss throwing tantrums and you telling me to “grow the fuck up”
I miss arguing I am right, when you know I am not
I miss that you loved me, even when there was nothing there to love
I miss the “you”, being the “you” to my “me”
I miss being scared of losing you; I miss being scared of what I would do
I miss worrying about how to pay the bills or what if one of us gets ill
I want you to know I miss you, I miss you still