Missing

It hurts. As the night came by, it hurts knowing a part of you is missing. It hurts how you have to force yourself to be strong and try to move on from the life that you used to have. It hurts knowing that no matter how hard you try to forget and to make yourself busy but at the end of the day, he's the one that will accompany your thoughts, making you stay awake the whole night and loose your sleep. It hurts knowing that you still do miss him, remembering what you could have. I hurts so much acting like you don't miss him when you really do, so much deep down inside. It hurts so much to cry on something that wont ever come back.

I miss you so much it hurts.