It’s almost a ritual, looking at our pictures from back when I could call you and have your voice put to calm my heart and mind and take me to another yonderland I could peaceful sleep in.  It gets worse everytime to know that I let you go, and it was then that I had lost you mostly. I miss you when I have to stare into the darkness and numb my mind to forget you. I miss you when I can’t just pick up my phone and call you and not realise you were thousands of miles away. I miss you when I see young love sitting in those compfy corners of bars and weaving out dreams of the future. I miss you mostly in everything.