days go by and months pass by filling through the humid air - that one thing assurable is the same emotion you get when missing someone who is ever so close to your heart.
on some days, everything is perfectly fine. you wake up for morning coffee sips, and you open those windows so that you could see sunshines making through it. on random days you pick up silly jokes with goofy friends, and at work you occasionally pick up pens you drop down to the floor but one thing you can't pick up is the piece that is forever lost missing, in you.

there will be days you wake up missing that one person terribly knowing that nothing could have been done back then and nothing can be done now too, that warmth smile you miss, or that temperate skin you feel when leaning towards her shoulder,
and that longiness is by far the most difficult days to go through.