It's just...
I miss you. Not as my boyfriend, but just as you. Being in my life. I miss us as we were, but more than that I miss an us I'm not sure really ever was - I miss us as we could have been, I guess.
It's just. It's strange. It's too weird and it's too hard and it's all too far gone but... god I wish there was a way to start over.
It sucks knowing there's not a way back from this, and it sucks even more that just when I think I don't care I'm reminded that that's not exactly true - it creeps in without my being able to stop it, which I hate, but there it is.
...I could go on, but I'll stop, I think. Honesty was never really my style.
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