It is not what it was like before that makes me miss it all, but more of what it will not be. For I know what it was like and it brings me to hope for the future. But for it to be stripped so suddenly left me speechless and in confusion. Confused of what it will be like next year, next month, next week, next hour, next minute. I knew of yesterday and it made me long for tomorrow, but if yesterday didn’t exist, what use is tomorrow for me? If you didn’t exist, what use is me? For you should know after all this time, there will be no me if there is no you.
(picture is not mine)