I miss the daily hugs. I miss the daily high-fives. I miss the bye small child's. I miss small child. I miss him putting my headbands on his chin like a beard. I miss the old me. The happy me that was put together and not torn limb from limb. I miss the untouched perfect smile. I don't like this broken smile but this broken smile loves me. I want my other half back but I know he's fine without me.
