I miss you. I’ve run out of ways to say it except through reading your horoscope, checking to see if the stars say you’ll be alright today, this week, this month, even though you never believed in that shit.
I think that’s the last way I know how to say it, the last barrier until I’m left with complete silence, an ocean between us, and the deafening sound of my heart beating,
“i miss you. i miss you. I miss you.”