The part of you I miss the most is the part of me that still dreams about you.

It’s the part of me that spends an extra 5 minutes snoozing through my alarm, remembering how your back felt against my chest.

It’s the part of me that drafts a text, but erases it, fearing It’ll be another tally in the “Con” column.

It’s the part of me that regrets going off the radar, ignoring you for 2 weeks while I finally paid attention to myself.

Its the part of me that makes me recount our small, shared moments.

Its the part of me I don’t want to let go of, because I don’t want to let go of you. It’s the part of me that is still holding out to continue a fading memory of Us.

The part of you I miss the most is the part of me that was so in love with you.