Goodbye, John.

I Miss Him.

Today, I am going to see my therapist. It has approximately been eighteen months since I have last seen her. I stopped seeing Ella after I met. Him.

Yeah, it hurts to think about him. I just can't, yet, that's all I can think about. The way he played his violin at odd hours of the night. I miss hearing it, the flat sounds empty without it. Or the way he placed his hands over his mouth in a prayer position with his eyes closed when he was concentrating hard on something. Most of all, I miss his presence. I miss him in general. The way his curls moved when he walked, it was like they did a little danger dance. I miss his eyes, those bright orbs that could make you melt if he gave you or me that certain look. His high cheeks bones that could cut you if you slapped him. I miss walking beside him, the height difference was never that good but it was something that kind of pleased me. Everything about him was intriguing, it was striking, and I miss it.
I will miss the adventures because I can't make my own without him. I will miss the noise because it is deadly silent without him. I will miss his face because it was the light in my darkness. I will miss him because he was the best thing that has ever happened to me.