March 4th,
I'm starting to really
live my life without you, and then I realized how much I
still miss you. I miss everything about
you, flaws
and all. I miss the nights we would lie on your
couch, and I would feel completely safe in your arms. Those
days we spent together that I never wanted to end. We
could've spent forever together, but it still
wouldn't have been long enough for me. I still
consider you to be my home, and I'm so homesick. I tell
everybody I hate you, but I don't. I'm trying to
convince myself to hate you. It's easier. It
would be easier to hate you than to love you when you
don't want anything to do with me. But as much
as I try to convince myself, and everybody else that I hate
you, I could never. A million fights couldn't make me
hate you. Nothing could make me hate
you. I am desperate to hear your voice. I wish
you would show up at my front door right now, and just hold
me. Just hold me in your arms and tell me that you miss me
too. Right now, I don't want to be with anyone but you. I
don't know if I can love again, when I can't even
feel again. I don't feel anything for anybody but
you. I want you to come back into my
life, and
everything that comes with that. I'll take the drama, the
fights, the tears, the anger, I'd take it all. If it
means I can be yours again, if it means I could lay under the
stars with you again, if it means that I could talk with you
for hours again, I'd take it all.
It would be more than worth it.