Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.
i miss your voice. i miss the air around you, so sweet, as you walked by. i miss not being able to breathe when i saw you. i miss the way the colors seemed brighter when you came into a room. i miss you.