Still

I still miss you.

I still think about you all the time.

I still wish things could have been different.

I feel like there is some kind of glitch in my brain that made me feel the way I do about us. Who in their right mind would throw away what we had for the reasons I had? There must be something wrong with me.

I still think about you constantly and ache for your presence.

I can still feel you in the pit of my chest and in my shaking hands.

I still feel like something is missing.

I still love you.