I miss talking to you.
I miss telling you things I'm afraid to tell anyone else.
I miss being vulnerable to you, but not get hurt.
I miss bearing myself to you without fearing what you might be hiding behind your back.
I miss knowing I'm not the only one who knows these things about me.
I miss not having a secret.
I miss not hiding things.
I miss living without burdens on my shoulders.
I miss not being alone with my troubles.
I miss what you gave me.
But do I miss you?