Tessa ReneeMissing you isn’t dramatic. It’s not loud or desperate. It’s constant. Automatic. The way breathing is, something I do without thinking. It’s just there. Always.
I miss you when I wake up and you’re not next to me. I miss you when something funny happens and I wish you were there to laugh with me. I miss you in the tiny pauses, the quiet moments, the spaces in between everything else. It doesn’t stop. It just lives with me.
It’s not the kind of missing that aches. It’s the kind that lingers. A reminder of how deeply you’ve woven yourself into my world.
Final Thought: Missing you isn’t an event. It’s a rhythm I live by.
Disclaimer: These are feelings stretched into words, not demands. Don’t treat them like ultimatums.
Tessa Renee
