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I Miss You And That's That

Hey.

Sometimes I like to torture myself by looking at your FB or your Tumblr.

I just did that.

I saw the picture of your had with that stamp from that concert and I started crying.

Never in my life have I ever reacted so quickly with tears to something.

I miss those hands.

Those wrists.

Those arms.

Those shoulders.

That chest.

That neck.

Everything.

 

If you were one of the best things that has ever happened to me, doesn't that make this one of the worst things that's ever happened to me?

I think it must.

Because that's how it feels right now.

You meant the world to me.

Fuck, you still mean the world to me.

It kills me to know that I don't to you anymore.

Sometimes I wonder if I ever did.

I doubt it.

There are a lot of things about our relationship I'm starting to doubt.

 

I feel like you're not even sad.

You don't even miss me.

Like you're fine.

I keep dreaming about you.

I hate it.

I miss you. So bad.

 

I love you.

Please come back.

 

~Molly