Well, it's been a week. A whole week without seeing your smile, without hearing you laugh, without looking forward to waking up because I knew I would see you. A whole week of falling apart, of crying at the drop of a hat, of missing you. I miss you so much it's like a physical pain. Why does this seem to be getting worse and not better? I wish I could see you, but then I also can't imagine seeing you and not being able to kiss you or hold your hand or tell you how lovely you are. And meanwhile I bet you're out there, living life as usual, going about your day. If I do even cross your mind, I bet you can instantly switch off your feelings like you did with us. I wish I could be angry at you, but I'm not. I'm just sad. And while this sadness consumes me, you're out there being wonderful. I just..miss you.