If you could only see the way I love you

I miss him so much sometimes it hurts to think about. I want to cry, I want to call him and hear his voice, I want to hug him again. He always had a way of bringing out the best in me, a time when everything seemed to be falling apart except for him. He always knew when to call and always knew when to be there. I miss that feeling. I miss seeing him and feeling that fleeting feeling in my stomach as if it just leapt up into my esophagus. I miss our nervousness around each other but knowing that the world revolved around us in that one moment. It's not fair it had to be all ripped away, straight out of my grasps. I want it back, all of it. The innocence, the love that I'll probably never find again. He was my best friend and the one person I could always confide in. He was everything then... and I wish he could see he is my everything, now.