Missing

I'm supposed to be making you miss me. That's what I've been told. Make you miss me.

But I'm too damned busy missing you.

And I'm sorry if that's unattractive, or… whatever. Too needy. Too desperate. Too… whatever negative thing you might think.

But I just miss you. So. Damned. Much.

And I'm so afraid that… that's all I'm going to be doing anymore, ever… is missing you. Because maybe…

Because, maybe you realized you didn't miss me.