Missing You

If I hadn't met you,
I wouldn't like you.
If I hadn't liked you,
I wouldn't love you.
If I wouldn't love you,
I wouldn't miss you.

But I did, I do and I will.

I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it a thousand fucking times. That I'm okay, that I'm fine, that it's all just in my mind. But this has got the best of me and I can't seem to sleep. I want to scream my lungs out and let the world know that I miss you. But it wouldn't change anything so I'll just keep on pretending I don't. Because I know that you're my could've been, should've been, but never was, and never will be...