I miss feeling important to somebody. I miss somebody attempting to make me feel special. I miss talking to somebody knowing that they wanted to talk to me every day. I miss lengthy good morning and goodnight text messages. I miss my stomach being filled with butterflies all the time. I miss waiting to receive a text message from that someone. I miss smiling like an idiot whenever their name lit up my phone. I miss feeling like, for the first time in a long time, things were genuinely okay. I miss someone actually wanting to hear about my day. I miss someone insisting that I confide in them. I miss someone making me feel good about myself. I miss that support and comfort in my life.