He and I were, then we weren't. It was the way things ended, and the way that it began, and everything in between, that made me miss him more then I ever. He had a way with saying I love you without saying it. He slowly become a part of me, and it was as if he was half of me. I hate saying it. But I did love him, and he was my other half ( cringing at belonging to someone).All Rights Reserved