is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you."
I miss you - Incubus
I still think of him you know. I wonder where is now, what advice he'd give me if I had the chance to talk to him. If only I did.
I used to wonder what it was like for him out there. I know he wasn't on the front line. I still worried every day that it would be the last time i heard from him, that I'd never hear his voice, see his smile again.
I found this on PostSecret... It's the way I felt - feel - about him. "Be miserable - Be tired - Fear for [his] life"
It's hard, you know? I've forgotten what it feels like to not have feelings for him, this one man. My dreams are filled with him. The ones I remember anyway. There's one that happens a lot. A man walks away from me, at first it's my dad and then my stepdad. then its the married man and then finally it's him. no matter how fast i run i never reach him.
I always wake up crying.
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