Missing....

I'm missing what we used to share; the conversations, laughs, and our deepest thoughts. I find myself missing you so much that I'm missing the me I used to be. It's hard to think about anything else because I can't get past what I think I'm missing. Somehow I failed to remember what I loved most about me. And, I feel as though a part of me has gone missing with you. Maybe it's time for me to find myself without you. But, all I know is that something is missing.