All the time

I will miss you in waves, like when I'm sitting alone in my bus. Or when Eternal Flame pops up on shuffle. Some waves barely make a ripple, others feel like tsunamis. 



I will miss you with a sense of detachment. An odd nostalgia for something I never had. A longing for what could have been but never was.



I will miss you sometimes.



Most times.









All the time.