I just... Miss you.
·When you miss someone so bad that it hurts.
Last updated 2 years ago
I miss you and the memories we made...you were the one who made me believe that true love existed...I miss being around you...I miss the way you made me feel...some days I'm fine. But today I'm not...I'm really missing you tonight. Idk why because you hurt me so badly...I don't understand how someone can love a person even after they've hurt them so badly. Anyways...I wish you knew how much I miss you, the memories, the way you made me feel, and everything else...<3
Im so sorry..I get you on my mind so much.. Idk why.. You drive me crazy, make me angry.. And yet.. I still miss you, even tho.. I bet you dont even think twice about me.. But i wouldn't know.. You call me your friend, and then have nothing to say to ever.. So.. Here we are.. What are we? Acquaintances with a past? ..i wish you'd be more my friend again.. I miss you so much it hurts sometimes..idk why.. I know i probably shouldn't still see you like that but.. I cant seem to stop it...
Maybe he will miss me but most likely he won't. He's a narssasistic sociopath and he will always have have multiple women. That stupid woman can stick around and take on all the hurt. I don't care anymore. As long as it's not me. One day I will have his poison out of my system forever. But I'm doing pretty well now.
I hate it that we can't communicate. Why can't we talk to each other? I take responsibility too, and feel I've failed miserably in the one area I thought I was proficient. It's killing me we have everything but the one ingredient most needed. I hate it we can't work this thing out between us. I miss you with an ever increasing urgency to fix what's wrong between us, but I don't know how, or what to say. So I end up silent, mute, confused and hurt. I continue telling myself...
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Somethings, some people, they can't be forgotten, they're too much of who you are, they've left too much of an impact. // my book Playing With Fire is available via the link on the home page. // xo Love Beau.