Let me tell you when it hurt.
It began to hurt when the countdown of the time we were together turned to the time we spent apart.
It hurt when on the first night I could feel the hole in my chest from loving too hard and losing too easily.
It hurt when on the first day I couldn't tell you how my first time flying had been, how I waited on you to tell me "safe flight" but I've landed, and it still never came.
It hurt when I realized it's been 12 days. 12 days without showering you with love, or getting that stupid smile on my face when I see you, it when you text me.
12 days without being able to predict what you're going to text next because, you never texted.
It hurts a bit less now.
I don't miss you as much as I should but as corny as it sounds, I do miss your smile.
Oh God, your smile.
And your laugh.
And your eyes.
I miss your hugs and, when you tell me you love me and I say it back, thinking I mean it more than you do.
I miss holding your hand and smiling as I watch you because I'm so grateful.
I miss loving you, and having you love me too.
