“I miss you.” He said to me. “I’m right here, what do you mean you miss me?” He looked sad, as if he was grieving the loss of a person. “I just miss you.” I couldn’t understand how someone could miss you while you stood right next to them. I couldn’t understand how or why he would say that. That was until I was crying on my bathroom floor begging God even though I didn’t believe in him, begging anyone to make this pain go away. It was then that I realized I missed me too.