With time, memories fade if there's no one there to share them with.

I'm missing a lot of things. 

I miss sensible, meaningful conversations. I miss night drives. I miss the beach. I miss not having to wake up at 4 in the morning to get ready for work. I miss being silly with my friends. I miss being completely carefree. And just this afternoon, I realized I miss the feeling of sitting in our living room, hair still wet, having just gone out of the shower. I miss home.

I miss being alive.