i miss you

Strangely, it's almost as if the feeling is foreign.

I miss you.

It's strange to feel this way. To go about my day, wondering what it would have been like.

If I had held on to you.

If I hadn't let go.

Feeling the warm presence of your chest against mine.

The warm grasp of fingers intertwined in mine.

Oh, how can I miss something I never had?

I miss the butterflies in my stomach, the way I felt anticipation to see your face.

The way you treated me with respect.

Wanted to talk to me. Acknowledged me.

And now I don't even get a hello.  

Yesterday, my heart thudded for ten minutes after I got a single smile from you. I'm pretty sure that's not how it's supposed to work.

I couldn't stop thinking about how cute you looked, in that fuzzy sweatshirt. Oh, how I wanted to feel you in my arms.

How could we have just given up everything we had? How do we go about our lives, pretending we never had anything...and now all we do is barely say hello.

Oh, how I miss you.

Even if you don't miss me.