I miss the way you were always there without actually being there.
The gentle piercing of my thoughts while I was unarmed and unprepared for battle.
Deftly holding my hand and guiding me out of the fog without even letting me know.
Surreptitiously taking away all the love I had without me wanting to let go of it.
Craftily giving us form and design when we were still floating around as blobs of nothing.
Suddenly letting go of me without even so much as a goodbye.
I miss you without even wanting to.
Knowing that you were never really there and that you will never be.
And that's the one thing I've been right about–you will always be the missing piece.