I miss him you know.
Not in a wish he was here
But I miss who I was with him.
He's not some piece of flesh, s
Some object to be ooh'd and ahh'd at.
He is a person.
A man who made me a better woman.
A woman more trusting.
A woman more caring.
A woman of greater magnitude.
But he's gone, and along with him, the woman that I was.
So I miss him tonight.
Not just because I’m falling asleep alone with no one to quiet the fears in my head
But because when he was here I had no fears.
Nothing to bother me because I knew I was strong enough.
Now the winds seem stronger without him at my back.
The waves seem higher and the skies seem darker
And I miss him tonight.
I miss him
And who he helped me be.