the worst part

and the worst part is, i know that i'll miss you for the rest of my life. for the rest of my life, i know i'll dream of you, i know that i'll think of you. i will compare everyone i meet, to you, and know they'll never compare.

and that's sad, because i know you're gone. i know you're done. i know that we'll probably never speak again. and i can't undo it, i can't take anything back. but i do know you'll see what i write, and hope you know that i will always miss you. and i can't move on, because i still have to sit with all of it for a year, because it's the strongest thing i've felt and gives me a reason to dance and actually feel the choreography. so thank you for the inspiration, and know that i'm working with things you've written, things you've said and made me think to say. but the worst part of it is how much i'll miss you.