I miss you
I miss lying on your chest, I miss laughing and laughing with you
I miss our silly songs, I miss our tv sessions.
You aren’t here though. My days and nights are filled with thoughts of you; how it was, and how it could have continued to be, if you hadn’t moved on (without even telling me)
I’m so sad, heartbroken to realise that there really is too much water under the bridge now. To realise there isn’t even a bridge left that you haven’t burned, one way and another.
I’m in such a dark place, and you aren’t around to support me (were you ever, really?)
I loved you. I do still, you know? Its just that I dare not admit it, not to anyone else, and only to myself if I choose to ponder “us”
So there we are, I wanted to put it out there, though I don’t know why.. it makes no difference.
I wonder what kind of Christmas you’ll have. It won’t be the kind we enjoyed – at least I thought we did.
What you did and how you did it throws doubts into my mind about all the good times I thought we had though.
So, yeah, that’s some of my thoughts. Sad, empty.. throwing out games never played, clothes never worn, and the rest of the rubbish that you left me to deal with. Typical of you, really.
Just rewrite what happened and move blithely on, eh?
Still, I miss you. X
I miss you