Missing My Best Friend

As much as I try to convince myself that I'm okay, I find him everywhere I look. Even places he hasn't been. 

I miss his presence among my family that he never got to meet. 

I miss him in the empty space on my left hand where I never gave him the chance to put the ring he had picked out. 

I miss him in that achy space in my heart. The place he never should have left in the first place.

...and it takes more willpower to convince myself I don't need him than it would take to just call and tell him I miss him, and that he is an idiot, and I just want to fix everything. 

I have yet to give in, though. 

I have yet to give in. 

We shall see...

Lacy Brianne