I am missing you each day that passes by. You are on my mind every other hour. My heart sinks, ever so heavy.
I wish “kiss it all better” really worked. I wish time machines existed. I wish I wasn’t such an emotional mess.
I remember the way your hair felt when I ran my hands through it. I know the feel of the back of your neck. I recall your kisses, ever so soft and full of warmth. I long to have your hand in mine. I miss your voice and your laughter. I miss that quirky sense of humor you had. I desire those instances where you’d get wrapped up in something and I would secretly watch you from afar, taking everything in. I would quietly observe you while you checked your phone, take an order, stand in line…. I even watched you instead of watching any of our movies, because you were so fucking adorable. I feel empty now that I’ve lost you. I miss our connection and the bond that we shared.
I wanted to show you so many places. I wanted to take you wherever you wanted to go. I wanted to create fond memories. I wanted to be your girl.
It seemed that my transgressions were unrecoverable… I am too scared now. I am stuck and I don’t know how to climb myself out of this one. For now, I’ll be a loser and keep myself confined within my security.
Maybe you’ll show up someday. Maybe never.
I wish I was your matching puzzle piece…