I like it better when you’re half the world away because then I know I’m not going to see you, and I’m okay with it. Knowing you’re just a couple of minutes away and not being able to see you makes it worse.
I’m sorry I was too busy trying to heal myself, that I forgot you need healing too.
I want to tell you, that there are times I miss you. Sometimes months go by where I don’t think of you, and then all of a sudden I’ll get a little nostalgic, and remember you.
I want to give up on us, because no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get through to you. No matter how hard I try to be nice to you, you don’t let me.
I trust no one, except other broken souls I meet. I can’t seem to differentiate between what’s real, and what’s in my head, because, my dear, if we weren’t real, then it’s impossible to identify what really was, is and what will be.
That girl, that poor soul. She sits on that very spot you left her at, and waits… Waits for your return.
There seems to be a piece of you in everything I do, and sometimes, I wonder if there’s a piece of me in everything you do.
I guess sometimes we don’t get goodbyes.. And that’s a goodbye in its own way.