I'm hurting.

I wake up every morning having dreamed of her, feeling this emptiness in my chest. Putting my hand there, holding a pillow against me does nothing but avert the pain to the moment I become fully conscious. At that moment I realize how alone I am and fragments of the dreams, feelings from the dreams, come washing over me and I lay in my bed by myself and feel alone, lonely and sick. I want to talk to her, to call her and tell her how I feel and have her stop it. I want her to stop this. But I know she won't, and she can't. So I won't call, I won't do that to her again. But I hurt. And I miss her.