Untitled

I miss having someone to talk to 24/7. Someone I can talk to about the most nonsensical things. I miss knowing someone genuinely cares. I miss someone knowing every single little detail about me. I miss being able to call someone hysterically crying and not being judged, but to be told that everything is going to be okay. I miss laughing about stupid things. I miss being able to be my complete self around someone. I miss being loved. I miss loving. I miss wanting to know everything about someone, and getting so excited on the rare occasion I found out something new. I miss pet names. I miss sharing my entire life with someone. I miss the other half of my heart that isn’t coming back any time soon.