You never leave the rhythm of my heartbeat—
you’re always there,
woven into every breath,
every quiet moment.
And yet,
I still miss you.
It’s strange, isn’t it?
To feel someone so deeply,
to carry them inside you,
and still long for their presence.
Because love isn’t just about being close—
it’s about being with.
And no matter how near you are to my soul,
my arms still ache to hold you,
my eyes still search for you,
my heart still whispers your name.
You are always with me,
but I still miss you
more than words can say.
