It's the way things remind me of you-when I have a sleeping kid in my arms, or when I see a book you love, or when I hear something that sounds like your laugh.
And the pain comes fast and it comes strong and it lingers.
There are days when I would fly a million miles just to tuck you into bed and kiss your little cheeks.
There are times when I wish that I could scream across the world that I love you and miss you and want you in my arms.
There are nights when I fall asleep with Google Earth on a screen next to my bed, windows open and lights off, imagining that I am a dot on my computer screen, picturing that I am in that place next to you.
