I miss you like crazy.
I miss you in every second of every day.
In everything I do I wonder what it'd be like if you were here to do it with me.
In a crowded room with groups of people, I'm always looking for you.
Although I know you're not there.
And in the back of my head no matter what I do or how I feel, you're there, helping me along, assuring me I'll be alright.
Your arms are always faintly wrapped around me.
The words in your texts are like little pushes toward success.
But I wish I could hear you.
I wish I could feel your breath.
That's how much miss you.
