I can't sleep.
I love you.
I miss you.
I'm completely broken without you.
I still dream about us,
but those dreams have turned into nightmares:
In them we're together,
but when I wake, I'm alone.
Losing you was like losing a lung:
I'm still alive, but I can't breathe.
It would have been easier if I had lost my heart.
But I still have it.
And it will never be whole again.