I just miss you.
I miss us.
Our long talks, our conversations, our jokes and my own laughing at your goofiness.

I want you back.
I want my only friend back.
I want us back.

You told me nothing has changed.
But you've been replaced with black ink, unwilling to show colors.

I miss those colors.
They brought me back to life.
They gave me hope.
That kind of hope that you hold unto and gain survival from drowning.
Until you gave me a reason not to.

So please don't just exist but then disappear.

Your existence in my life is my air.
Your existence is home for me.

Your disappearance only makes me drown deeper into my own sea of devastation.

I need you here.
With me.