I hate missing you so much

I hate that I miss you so much. I’m waiting for the day I’m over you. I’ll have a good couple of days and then miss your presence in my home all over again. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel real. I never thought a day would come where you wouldn’t be in my life. It’s a hard reality to accept, but I’ve accepted it. No more 4 hour conversations, or sleep reports. No more basking in our love bubble for hours only for it to feel like minutes. How could a connection like ours die the way it did? I miss you so much.