You know you miss someone, when you feel cold sleeping alone, because you are so used to the heat they ignite when they glance at you in the middle of the night.
You know you lost someone, when you stare deeply at thier picture frame place in front of you
You know you love someone, when
You close your eyes trying to remember how they touch you.
You know you hate someone you once love, when you hear the sound of your tears dripping against the floor you once fell in love with them.
You know someone will never come back to you, when they stare outside the window wishing you could come outside and play.
You know you are deeply alone, when you read poems aloud in the night to a imaginary lover that never seem to move away from those white pages of your secret diary.