#writingsaboutaheartworm

[writingsaboutaheartworm]

I miss you.

I can’t tell you that, because you have moved on with your life.

But I miss you.

I miss you in the mornings, when I wake up and don’t see a text.

I miss you whenever I eat, because you’re not around anymore to tell me to eat more, just one more bite.

I miss you when I see something that excites me, because I want to tell you about it, but I can’t.

I miss you during the nights, when the space next to me is vacant and cold, and I realize you have your arms wrapped around someone else now.

I miss you.

Because I still love you.

[writingsaboutaheartworm]

When you said you needed space, I didn’t know it would mean we’d become like strangers again overnight.

[writingsaboutaheartworm]

Time will help me to forgive,

but oh,

how I wish it would help me to forget.