Missing.

The talks we had.
The thoughts we shared.
Our secrets.
The touches.
The time.
Being close.
I miss that.
Knowing, you're a complete idiot and a fool, doesn't help at the moment.
Realising, you're not the one, either.
Maybe, because I'm lonely.
Maybe, because I'm letting the last atoms of you out of me. 
It feels sad.