I miss you. I miss us. I miss that feeling of belonging, of knowing there's someone out there who thinks of me fondly, of knowing I can think of your voice and my day will be better. I miss what we could have been. I miss the potential, the if-only.

I haven't felt that in such a long time.

I miss you so much even as I read your messages.

When you finish a message with a full stop instead of a smiley, I know it's not the you that you used to be.

I miss you. I miss us. I miss the possibility of what we could have been.

I miss you.

Do you miss me?