I really miss that feeling. That feeling of contentment when you wake up in the morning, knowing that you have someone who's waiting for you to see their good morning, baby text. Or just the feeling of everything being good and alright. I miss it. Sometimes, I wake up—and it's there again, that happiness. But then I remember how you are gone, and you don't care anymore, and then it's gone, and I have to push back my blankets, and get up, and just deal with the fact that, well, you just don't feel the same way I do anymore.