Sometimes when I’m lying in bed at night..actually most time when I’m lying in bed at night, I miss you. Not the ordinary I-miss-you type of thing where I wish you were here with me. But the type of miss that feels like a part of me is missing. As if it’s gone and I need it back. That’s the type of miss I feel. It’s not an I-want-you-with-me; it’s an I-need-you-with-me!