In the time we’ve been together, you’ve become more than a feeling— not just breath in my lungs, but a rhythm I choose to keep. Your touch isn’t my oxygen, I can stand on my own— but with you, I feel alive in ways I’ve never known. Being away from you still lingers, your absence, a quiet ache— but it doesn’t break me, it just shows me what’s at stake. How did I let you in so fast? Maybe I was meant to. Not weakness, not surrender— just something real I chose to do. This is the way that I miss you, not out of fear, but truth. I don’t need you to complete me— I just want a life with you. I see my future in your eyes, like two paths meant to become one. Not by chance, not by fleeting feeling— but because we’ve already begun. There’s something in us that just fits, like we were always meant to be. Not just a choice I make each day— but something written… you and me.