Missing You - How Badly Have You Missed a Living Person?

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And did they come back to you? And were things the same as before? A bit of creative writing for my first post here at myLot: MISSING YOU And it's killing me, the thought of a life without you, and all the other thoughts that go with that too, are even worse, just piling the soil onto me in my grave, suspicions of you being happy - the happiest you've ever been - with somebody else special in your life, when I thought that it was with me that you've been the happiest you've ever been. I don't feel like I'm dying, with every breath a struggle to take; I feel like I'm already dead, my breath all gone; and I'm floating about in a dark nowhere land reaching out my hands for you, calling your name, endlessly, reaching out, calling, looking for you, reaching out, calling you, calling "Where are you my love?" and "Come to me my love." And waiting, waiting, waiting for your hand to grab mine in the darkness, and for you to tell me it's going to be okay, that you found me, and that you'll never let go of my hand again. But it doesn't happen. I just float about in the darkness forever, in my dark dark hell of all hells from which there is no escape floating, searching blindly, calling your name to the beyond of the beyond of forever in the worst agony ever, searching for you, waiting for you and not even being able to cry myself to death because I'm dead already it's just going to go on and on forever, my deepest darkest hell of an existence I love you; I cannot live without you; I will search and wait forever. Missing you. photo: Teresa's own photo