Miss you...

I can't sleep and I can't get you out of my head and I hate this. I hate missing you, and I hate that I still miss you even though you aren't even the same person

I just miss you and your companionship. I miss your texts where you used my name, where you caught my eye when something funny was said.
When you asked me to save you seat and made sure to find me at the end of the event
Lunch on Sundays and coffee on weeknights
Making me dinner and watching TV
Running errands and late night drives
I miss talking to you about everyday things and every important thing
I miss your presence in my life

I hate how I perk up when I hear your name, and want to make sure you are doing okay
I hate how it breaks my heart that you are not doing okay
I hate knowing how much you helped me through life and now I don't know how to be there for you
I hate that I am up at 230am writing about you, when I haven't even seen you in months
I hate how much you have hurt me and how I still miss you

I hate that this is turning into some poem that sounds just like '10 Things I Hate About You'