Missing him has just become a part of my everyday life kinda like brushing your teeth. I tried so long to deny and convince myself that I didn’t miss him until one day I was so done fighting the thought that I just let myself.
I let myself miss him and I’m not sure if there will ever come a day where I don’t or he won’t run across my mind.
But the way I miss him is not in the sad and longing way.
It’s the way you miss a place or a smell that reminded you of home.
You get sad for a brief moment but then you move on with life and that’s what it’s like missing him.