Aug 28, 2016
The biggest dilemma
Teaching myself how to miss you. Learning how to deal with the physical loss of a person who still exists. Just not here. Not with me.
Sitting in a room that was yours and is now temporarily mine. Hearing you smile over the phone, but not being able to see it. Thinking of all the stories that I should’ve been able to tell you, but can’t, because they didn’t happen. Because you weren’t here.
Finding joy in your adventures, even when I stopped pushing mine.
I need you, I miss you; they are just words. They give life no additional meaning.
Maybe that is the only thing I have to learn.