I miss her. I miss the treachery of trying to hide from her father. I can't speak her name or I'll get drunk again. I miss her smile. I miss love.
I miss words. I miss not reading words, writing words or thinking words but saying words. I miss telling someone about my troubles. I miss talking.
I miss adventure. I miss not getting up every morning and knowing you are doomed to press the button. I miss telling secrets and doing good deeds. I miss complication.
I miss time. I miss being late and feeling rushed. I miss wishing for free time. I miss ticking, annoying clocks.