I used to say I love you so much it hurts. But I didn't think it would like this.
Part of me is waiting for this to stop. Begging for this to stop hitting me in the face over and over;
Like when I wake up in the morning and wonder if you've eaten, or settling down on the couch and looking for you, or reaching too quickly to shut my door.
Or looking up and thinking the windows are left uncomfortably wide open.
Can I tell you something?
Most of me hasn't even figured out that you're not here.
But I'm not sure i know how to do that.