I’ve never in my life missed someone as much as I miss my best friend of over fifteen years. Her squeal when she was excited, her laugh was absolutely contagious, what I wouldn’t give to hear them again. She was the tiniest ball of the largest energy who could always put a smile on my face, or help me kick some ass of whoever pissed me off. She was my sidekick and sane mind when I needed her, but she could always relate and never judged whatever was going on in my life.
I’ve never missed anyone more than I miss her. Some may say that I am punishing myself by watching videos or looking at pictures of me and her, but it’s the only way I know how to curve the absolute need to see and hear her voice again.
I know people say it gets easier, but I’m more of the mind that you just learn how to live with it. I guess I just haven’t figure it out yet.