I knew a day would come, when I’d reach out and wouldn’t feel your hand.
And that’s okay.
Cause what you gave me was, and is, enough. It has to be now.
You showed me love. Unconditional, complete, selfless.
And I felt that, at the time, that that feeling could sustain me forever, but it doesn’t.
I was robbed of you.
You see, everybody talks about their people and their relationships in the present...
I’ve been forced to leave you in the past, and I wasn’t ready to do that.
So, I carry you around, like an imaginary friend.
But see, I wish I could have had that feeling forever.
Or at least delay the heartache ‘til I could handle it.
Or to delay the last day, so we would go out together.
But life doesn’t work like that. I know, I know.
I know that.
It just feels unfair.
So I’ll continue to wander, searching for something.
You.














