It’s when I’m laying in bed at night that I miss him the most. That’s when I remember what it felt like to have him pressed up against me and feel his warmth against my skin. I knew I was safe so long as k had him. And I now that he’s gone it’s like I’ve lost my compass that guided me in the right direction. I miss him and everything about him, even the little things he did that annoyed me. We still talk everyday but he’s no longer mine and I’m no longer his. A year and half is such a short time together when you think about. But it was in that short time that I realized that I truly knew what love was.