It was really reassuring for me to wake up next to you, to feel your warmth emanating from the sheets, to feel warm breath on my neck as the sun came through the curtains.

I get anxious when you leave the room to go the toilet. I get anxious when I can't see you in a room of people. I get anxious when you're more than an arm's reach from me.

Imagine how I react every time you leave.

I can't control it.

I can't stop it.

I miss you.

I miss your lips on my forehead,

I miss your hand holding mine,

I miss your voice in my ear, whispering:

telling me that it's going to be okay, that I'm going to get through it.

I miss your arms- it seems cold without them.

I miss your eyes, stars reflected in your irises, shining hazel just for me.

I miss your freckles, stippled too closely to call them constellations, rather a galaxy of specks on your skin.

I miss your laugh, warm and deep. I miss your jokes and how you repeat them until they're not funny anymore.

And I can't distract myself, because when I try and think of something nice all that comes to mind is you

And so I think of you- your skin, your lips, those scars that you promised me never to renew-

It's Tuesday, and I miss you.