Two weeks after you’re gone I meet a boy with a different name than yours. In his presence I realize how big your absence really is and I know I don’t love him yet the way he touches me makes me forget that you existed somewhere close to me at some point in time. I’m sorry that I never call to tell you I miss you- that instead I lie in bed with a boy who just needs temporary. It’s just my pride keeps getting in the way of the things I want and words alone could never make up for this distance existing between us. I wish it could.