I missed her. I missed her so much it was driving me crazy. I missed having her next to me, I missed the warmth of her skin, I missed the moments when I was allowed to call her mine. But what I missed most of all was coming home to her after a hard day and laying in her lap as she ran her fingers through my hair, telling me I did good. I missed and I needed those minutes with her to recharge, to be able to go again.
It was probably for the best that she didn't continue doing that regardless of our break up, I would've definitely lost control.
I had promised her I wouldn't cross the line she now drew between us, I said I'd be okay as long as I was able to remain by her side, even as a friend, but really, I was going insane.