Missing you is like...

It's like writing a song. Where the memories are like music, beautiful and vibrant and it comes to your mind unannounced; but the lyrics are so hard to write because you can't quite figure out what you want to say.

It's like driving. It's so natural when it's been practiced for such a long time. It's second nature, as easy as breathing. And yet, there's a fear and nervousness about it every time you get behind the wheel. And as much as you know how to do this, you can't help the feelings.

It's like dreaming. You're conscious enough to remember, but not conscious enough to stop it from playing in your head.

It's like a blizzard. Small at first, like one small flake, one tiny memory, and slowly builds. You don't notice it building until the ground is covered in white and gray.

It's like falling. And the moments I laugh at our happy memories are the tiny bursts of air resistance keeping me from plummeting just that must faster into the asphalt.

It's like setting a fire in the rain. Small drops of hope and happiness fall around it but aren't strong enough to extinguish the destructive wildfire.

It's like drowning. And the small bursts of reprieve are just enough air to keep me from dying until the waves crash over me again and pull me under.