People would think it's exaggeration when I say you understood me more than anyone ever did.
But you did.
In a lot of ways people didn't.
In a lot of ways no one would ever.
I miss it now.
All the people I know just understand a part of me but no one can see me fully and see me for who I am.
Understand me the way you did.
No one could relate to me the way you did.
I miss it
and I miss you.
Or maybe I just miss the feeling of relating to something or somebody.
But you were that to me you were someone I related to.
Something I was apart of.
You were my somebody.