i missed you for too long, in too many ways, that it became just another part of me; engraved deeper into my heart with the passing of time.i would wake up, stretch, breathe, and miss you. they told my to let it go, to let you go, and o would say: you cannot simply will your heart to stop beating, that no matter how long you hold your breath for, you cannot hold it forever, and I could only stop missing you, if i stopped being myself entirely.