I miss being in love. Not with him, not specifically. Just being in love. I miss having someone to talk to, someone to fill my heart and mind. I miss waking up in the morning with a smile on my face simply because that person exists in my world. I miss believing that someone loves me, too.
I miss feeling like someone has my back. It’s you and me against the world, baby!
Nope. It’s just me, and I feel very alone today.