February 2012
3 posts
It's time to say goodbye, to turning tables.
I swore I would never speak to him again.
But, recently, all I can think of, and even fucking dream, (I fucking dream about him) is seeing him one last time.
I’m taking that, as me needing to see him. And I do. I’m trying so hard to make this new relationship work, but can’t stop thinking about him.
I think, maybe a sit down dinner, where I can get everything off my chest,...
I try to say goodbye and I choke...
I can’t. A year ago today, I got the call that you had gone. I got the call that tore my life apart. And I still haven’t put it back together. My mother, my everything.
I love you.
I miss you.
And, right now, I need you so much.
I wish I could talk to you one last time.
Hear you laugh again.
I feel lost.
I miss you.
I love you.
I'm here without you, baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams, and tonight boy, it’s only you and me.
I wish this was about my boyfriend…