I miss him. I feel like every day that I don’t talk to him, a little more of myself dies. I wish he would stop pretending and just be himself so that I could talk to him and everything could be okay again. I feel like a part of myself is missing. I know it can’t ever be exactly how it was before, but it isn’t working how it is now. He is a different person when he is with her. I can see him slowly dying, and becoming this person I can’t even recognize. I need him to be the person he was when I knew him, even if it is only for a day, or even a couple hours. I need him.