Missing you comes in waves.

Sometimes, the only thing going though my mind is how you keep me sane, how you make me feel. Oh, how you make me laugh until my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

It is, missing you, often bittersweet.

At first, I'm treading water; I'm okay. I understand I will see you again. I playback everything that happened that last time. I remember all of the words said, all of the admiration we had for each other. I am okay.

But then, I begin to sink; my thoughts do a complete 180. Am I lying to myself? What if I don't see you again? What if something happens? I'm struggling to stay above water.

The first day we met, I never knew you would mean this much to me. I never knew your name would be so deeply engraved in my heart. I never knew I could be so pathetically torn-up over someone.

Often times, I feel ridiculous for missing you the way I do. It is honestly inevitable. You mean everything to me, how could I not miss you?

Missing you comes in waves; And right now, I am drowning.