You.

I have this beautiful apartment, then realized that home is wherever you are.

I get eight hours of sleep now, and just spend every waking moment thinking about you.

I have an entire king bed to myself, yet I sleep on the same side every night.

I can decorate any way I want, all that's missing are pieces of you.

I cook my meals as spicy as I want, except life is boring without you.

I no longer have to walk on eggshells, I'd still walk through hell with you.

I can wait before washing the dishes now, I'd wait forever to be back with you.

I work out three times a week, and would make it seven if it meant working things out with you.

I'm incorporating push-ups even, I'm sorry if I pushed you away.

I get to stay in my favorite city, and would move mountains just to be with you.

I'm actually, really OK. Is it so bad I want to be OK with you?

I'm looking forward to loving someone again, I'll start as soon as love stops looking like you.