Just a message to the guy who breaks my heart on a daily basis:
"Hey, you. I miss you. I love you."

Here's a quick abstract representation of just a fraction of what I'm feeling right now - and have been feeling for the last few months.
After months of nothing but lying in bed and bawling like a pansy, I forced myself to get up and do at least an hour or two of random creativity. This is what came out. As you can tell, I can't exactly draw hearts, hands or screaming faces, but you get the idea.
It's not polished or neat or anatomically correct, but I think it says enough without having to be a planned, well-done drawing.
Done just in time to play a painful reminder for what would have been another anniversary. And of course, Valentine's Day.

So there it is.
Happy Fucking Valentine's Day.
I love you.