Missing you

There was a day, very long ago it seems that I was never actualy sure I would make it, that I would live without you the way I have.And the fact that you can live without me too hurts....we dont speek like we used to in the context or the timeing and I miss it. I miss calling you on any night I could and talk till 3 am. I miss the sundays we spent in my moms apartment cooking. I miss a song coming on the radio in the store and you would sweep me up and start danceing. I miss laying with you and knowing I was safe. All of this is gone now of corse. But if your reading this, and I hope you do, just know that I do miss everything we had, and you can come home anytime you want... till the next phone call im still sorry and....im still not over you.