The days I don't talk to you are the bad days

The days I don't talk to you are the bad days

The days I don't talk to you are the bad days. It's as simple as that. When I wake up in the morning and don't see a message from you, my heart sinks a little. The day ahead suddenly seems a little darker, a little lonelier. It's like a piece of me is missing, and I can't quite shake the feeling of emptiness that settles in.

You see, talking to you is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds on a stormy day. Your words have a way of lifting my spirits, of making me feel understood and cared for. When we talk, even if it's just a quick exchange of messages, I feel connected to you in a way that is hard to describe. It's like we're sharing a piece of ourselves with each other, and in that sharing, we find solace and comfort.

But on the days when we don't talk, that connection feels severed. I find myself longing for your presence, for the sound of your voice or the sight of your words on my screen. I miss the way you make me laugh, the way you listen without judgment, the way you make me feel like I'm not alone in this big, chaotic world.

The bad days without you are filled with a sense of longing and yearning that is hard to shake. I find myself checking my phone constantly, hoping to see a message from you pop up. I replay our past conversations in my mind, trying to hold onto the feeling of closeness that talking to you brings.

But no matter how hard I try, the absence of your presence weighs heavily on me. It's like a shadow that follows me throughout the day, reminding me of what I'm missing. And so, the days I don't talk to you are the bad days – the days when I feel a little less whole, a little less myself.