I miss you, you know.
I think of you every day.
I picture you beside me.
I want you.
And, I think I need you.
If only I can read what is inside your head
And see from behind your eyes.
If only I can lean in
And feel your heartbeats against me.
If only you would let me.
Why do I want something I never had?
Is this not an answer itself?
I am slowly losing my sanity.
I am slowly dying without you.
“I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.”
Please enjoy whatever words I babble on and write down. I often do that, and it’s pretty magical to me! I hope you would feel the same.
Favorites, comments and watches are much appreciated.