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How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you\u2019ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter"Charles Bukowski"
I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I f*cking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again
Love means something different when all you want from someone is for them to stay.
I don’t hate you, I just say it because I can’t say I love you anymore. I don’t hate you because you left me alone, I hate myself because I wasn’t good enough for you to stay. I don’t hate you, I hate that the sun reminds me of how much we spent those mornings making breakfast to only digest our hearts later those evenings. I don’t hate you, I just can’t stand the thought of not having someone to hold at night. I don’t hate you, I still wish we could have been. I don’t hate you, it’s just the alarm clock still rings your name. I don’t hate you, it’s just every time I try to write, your name it still slips out and my lips still doesn’t know if it misses you or needs you. I don’t hate you, I guess I’m just silently hurting and I wish that I could call you without second thoughts and a mild set of anxiety attacks. I don’t hate you, maybe I still love you and it’s confusing when hate and love needs one another to become whole again. I don’t hate you, I just pretend that the sun was built for us. I don’t hate you, I’m just feeling empty and your smile used to be all that filled the void. I don’t hate you, I just can’t get you out of my head and the thoughts scrape my flesh to find out if you’re still beneath my skin, if you’re etched into my bones and if you’re still looking for me like how I look for you. I don’t hate you, it’s the words you have left behind that I can’t seem to love. I don’t hate you, the madness is too long and I can’t seem to shorten the amount of heartbeats that still thumps for you. I don’t hate you, the laughter inside of my body just isn’t mine. I don’t hate you, I just hate waking up without you. I don’t hate you, I’m just adjusting to doing this by myself. I don’t hate you, I just woke up and you were gone. I don’t hate you, I just still write like I still love you.