i miss you love of my life

A poem #16

I reach out my hand
but you swat me away.
I ask you what’s wrong
but you say you’re okay.
Why are you so angry with me?
Is it something I did or didn’t say?
I can’t break through to you
and I try everyday.
But one day I woke up
and things just weren’t the same.
I feel nothing anymore
but I miss the times I did.
Because at least then
I knew who I was with.

When I miss you I reread our old conversations, hoping that one day we can go back to what we were
I miss you. I won’t admit that to your face, or over text, but right now my heart feels like it’s shattering over and over again and I just want you right now.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#60)
You see, at first, I did regret you. I regretted ever giving you that satisfaction of having me so easily. I used to regret ever being so vulnerable for you. I would regret the memories we had created at 2PM as well as the ones at 4AM. Now, I’m just so thankful for you. You taught me that there is nothing wrong with showing a man just how crazy you are for him, it is not my fault you were incapable of loving me back. You taught me my worth. That I should not lose an ounce of sleep, crying over something that is completely out of my hands. You taught me how to love myself enough to let you go. Because of you, I know what I deserve now and I will never settle. You did that. I am forever grateful for you.
—  You were a life lesson. Thank you R.
I miss you, I don’t have a best friend anymore, sure I have close friends, but no one is there like we were for each other. I hope you miss me too.
—  give me a call

i acted like it wasn’t a big deal, when really it was breaking my heart.

Day 17

“I miss you, but not the type of missing where you crave to be close to someone, the type of missing where you’d do anything to hear their voice.”

- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (excerptsfromstories)

What do you miss the most about him?”

“I’m not sure,” she whispered, looking down to the ground, “I’m not even sure if I do miss him. I miss the memories, and I miss talking to him and the way he made me feel. But I still don’t know if miss him, you know?“

—  am i supposed to miss him? | a.m
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