You know you miss someone when you write shit like this

Isn't it gripping when that feeling of you missing someone sinks in and makes you all serious and reminiscent and pensive and receptive at the same time, conjures in your mind scenes of a girl sitting with an empty chair, a girl looking at his hand as it pales with a certain coldness, a girl tracing a man's name or scent in the air, she walking in a room with invisible walls closing in? And then suddenly, strangely, sappily you realize that you are that girl: alone, even if whole.