I miss you the most when I'm alone.

today I was driving, in the dark of night and the only companion was my radio. I felt like if I just looked to my right, you'd be there in the passenger seat, smiling at me through the darkness.

I wanted to hold your hand, squeeze it to make sure you were really there. I don't know why I thought this, you've never sat in this car and you've never seen me drive, but for some reason I felt you should be there next to me. you weren't, of course, but I still felt the loss just the same. I'm counting the minutes until I see you again.