Missing you is like breathing.
I don’t need a reason.
You are my favorite season.
Why my heart is beating.
–S.
Missing you is like breathing.
I don’t need a reason.
You are my favorite season.
Why my heart is beating.
–S.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You are not dead.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
We are dead.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You live in my head.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You love me in my head.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
I’ll let you go when I’m dead.
–S.
The most interesting thing about me is that I lost you.
The second most interesting thing about me is that I’m so blue.
–S.
Excerpt from a letter that now almost seems like it was written in a past life.
I’ll miss your stories. I’ll miss fighting with you.
I’ll miss your deep voice. I’ll miss knowing you.
I’ll miss hearing your smile through the phone. I’ll miss you calling me on your lunch break.
I’ll miss falling asleep to your text messages. I’ll miss waking up to your text messages.
I will miss everything so fucking much.
God, it’s really over.
My heart is so heavy.
It is so so tired.
–S.