Miss.

I miss you. Somehow in the hustle and bustle of my life now, you're never forgotten. Sometimes I feel moody, I feel alone, I feel depressed, I feel hopeless, I feel useless, I feel inferior, I feel so sad. Knowing you're no longer here like you used to. The times when we're lost in the beautiful ambiguity that is only ours. So painful yet so familiar. And that's what I miss. The familiarity of it all. The sense of security that no one else can give. Yet it's mine no more, you're gone, together with all the life of me. So now I'm here, an empty shell that can be revived only by youu..