a part of me...

i missed you for too long,
in too many ways,
that it became just another part of me;
engraved deeper into my heart with the passing of time,
i would wake up,
stretch,
breathe,
and miss you.
they told me to let it go,
to let you go,
and i would say:
you can not simply will your heart to stop beating,
that no matter how long you hold your breath for,
you can not hold it forever,
and i could only stop missing you,
if i stopped being myself entirely.