You stole a big piece of my heart.
I feel like I carry you with me all the time, but the only difference is you are not here.
I miss you.
No person's existence can replace your love, your heart, your voice, your touch.
Not enough I love yous or I miss yous can bring you back or fix the way things were.
So now you are a dying memory that lingers deep in the dark parts of my heart and my mind.
The memories remain, the hole in my heart remains as well, but you are at a stand still withering away.
The days go on and I overlook you as my days no longer involve you.
At night my mind runs back to where I've been and how you've changed my life.
Nothing compares to the pain of losing you.
Moving on is painful, but I guess it's the only thing I have left to do.
You can't be replaced, nobody can be you, but I can try to find someone who pushes me to be the best I can even in my brokenness.