every hurt is different. 
missing you is an ache.
everything reminds me of you.
everything.
eyes the color of sea glass.
the feel of you,
pressed against me,
the words you said,
"my two favorite people."
if that was true,
how can you walk away.
i can't fix it. 
didn't even know it was broken.
but i know that,
i miss you, 
i miss him.