Singing the same unsung song... almost a year later.
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@skywillflyby
Singing the same unsung song... almost a year later.
iāve never been able to just let go
i hope one day iāll be able to do it on my own
Ever catch yourself about to sneak a peek in someoneās social media and stopping yourself with a ādonāt do that to yourselfā.
āStop. Stop it. Get some help.ā
Donāt be looking for her.
Driving at night seems to trigger the memories. Cruising through the same streets we talked, held hands and BE reminds me of your face.
And how I miss those days. Nine months later and such a trigger still exists to remind me of you.
I miss you. I try not to. What can I do?
I came to a realization that I honestly donāt even miss the sex.
Itās just having it available or knowing that someone will be there in the spur of the moment...
Still missing you.
Me: sitting in a cafe
Recent heartbreaker: sitting in front of me
Crippling.
I felt upcoming onset as I was driving home from errands today. I am already tired as it is but this episode really set me up for an afternoon nap.
It is now 8:30pm and my thoughts and regrets are charging at me, taking full body tackles with separated intervals.
This sucks.
Swinging chandelier known as longing
When will these feelings fade...?
Coz when it hits you, it hits you.
Been to tired to think about you lately, but tonight everyone just ran through my mind.
I should sleep it off.
For all hellsā sake
Last week I told myself Iām going to move on. No more checking out their pictures, no more dwelling on that person , just move on.
Guess what? Ding ding mother fcker itās Bullshit, here to mess with your feelings. Girl walks in while youāre drinking your drink. Sits on the table next to me.
Like... wtf you want me to do. This girl, fcking breaking my heart still. Breaking my heart in the past four months. And I finally had the fcking set to try to get over her. Not even a fcking week.
I was hurting. I wanted to say something. āI miss youā, āAre you happy?ā, āDo you miss me?ā, but I didnāt.
SHE WAS LESS THAN FIVE FEET AWAY.
Fcking hurts. And since I didnāt say anything... and Iām sure she didnāt hear my ābyeā when I walked away.... I bet I look like Iām the bitter one. I may be but I harbor no ill feelings against her. Still feel the same. Iām trying and I can only hope the best for that girl. I really do.
Many days later...still not over SL.
That was then, this is now
For hours, I waited but you didnāt show,
Left me searching for answers that I already know.
Coz you walked away, and left out that door.
You will never come back, an āusā thereās no more.
Four months have passed, still you run through my mind.
Searching for an answer that I know I canāt find.
At one point we were happy, at one point we were fine.
At this point, I still love you, but youāre no longer mine.
Close my eyes, reminisce, rush of memories from then.
Reliving those memories with each stroke of my pen.
Do I miss you? Do I miss us? Or am I drowning in regret?
Did I mess up? Am I disappointed? Do I wish weāve never met?
I donāt blame you, I donāt hate you, for then I was happy.
Even though it didnāt work out and just wasnāt meant to be.
But we shared some good times, and for that I will treasure.
Itās love that I gave, itās an experience with no measure.
For the duration may be short but I was happy, I say truly.
Time spent with you is something that was spent fully.
Pardon this foolās dramatic entry for something you find trivial.
To me it was precious, Iāll cherish. For me it was special.
For others, insignificant, labeled as Foolās Gold.
But even with no value, close to my heart I will hold.
But time has passed, that ship has sailed. Will I ever see you again?
I just wish you stay happy as this is now and that was then.
I envy those who can move on so easily.
I should be happy for you.
I regret not taking more pictures when we were together. Knowing me, I would probably be looking at it right now.
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