In the quiet moments of my day, I often reflect on my life. I'm not entirely alone—I have a few close friends who bring joy and support into my world. Their presence is a source of comfort, and our shared memories and laughter light up my life. Despite this, there's an undeniable sense of longing that I can't seem to shake. It's a feeling of incompleteness, a missing piece in the puzzle of my heart. This void is for that one special person who once filled my days with love and companionship. Their absence is a shadow that lingers, reminding me of what was and what could have been. I guess I'm happy in my own way, content with the friends and the life I have. But deep down, I can't help but miss that one person who made everything feel a little more complete.
