A letter to you, my friend
I miss you
It's three words, 8 letters and means the world.
After all these years and all the heartache, I still long for your company.
We belong in different worlds and yet we've understood each other.
It's the simplest act of wanting your company when I walk home on a cold evening or when I wake up on a Saturday morning.
I miss the names we called each other, the emotions we provoked and the bond we've shared.
That bond that's lasted years, that bond that makes us only know how to treat each other in one way when we are together. Can we call it love? It seems too insignificant a word to contain all that emotion.
We never needed words. When all and sundry thought you were happy I could hear and see and feel that you were not. Do you forget? Do you not see that your soul is bare to me?
For someone who understands me so well and who makes me feel on top of the world it saddens me that you did not have the guts to say goodbye.
All I've ever wanted is for you to be even remotely as nice to me as you have been to all the other people in your life. Do I mean so little? You've guilted me into being the bigger person. All I asked was that you share with me some time. Yet you made no effort.
You're actions have spoken louder than words and I let the fact that we have had a decade of memories cloud my judgement of you.
I'd love to say you mean nothing. I'd love to say I don't want to pick up the phone right now and tell you I miss you and that I love you. But I cannot do that anymore. I need to not bare my soul to the world, and especially not to you. You've forsaken that trust and gift by burying me in the sand and leaving me to wither away in silence.
As much as I want answers, I know that as soon as I hear them, I'll just forgive you and everything will be back to normal. I don't want to forgive you. I don't want to have to be the bigger person. I just want you to give a damn for a change and realise that you've truly screwed it all up. *smirk* I wonder if you even care
You once described me as a short fuse to a magnificent display of fireworks...how my heart sang at those words.
Words...
That was all it was
Only words.
And so are these
It's three words, 8 letters and means the world.
After all these years and all the heartache, I still long for your company.
We belong in different worlds and yet we've understood each other.
It's the simplest act of wanting your company when I walk home on a cold evening or when I wake up on a Saturday morning.
I miss the names we called each other, the emotions we provoked and the bond we've shared.
That bond that's lasted years, that bond that makes us only know how to treat each other in one way when we are together. Can we call it love? It seems too insignificant a word to contain all that emotion.
We never needed words. When all and sundry thought you were happy I could hear and see and feel that you were not. Do you forget? Do you not see that your soul is bare to me?
For someone who understands me so well and who makes me feel on top of the world it saddens me that you did not have the guts to say goodbye.
All I've ever wanted is for you to be even remotely as nice to me as you have been to all the other people in your life. Do I mean so little? You've guilted me into being the bigger person. All I asked was that you share with me some time. Yet you made no effort.
You're actions have spoken louder than words and I let the fact that we have had a decade of memories cloud my judgement of you.
I'd love to say you mean nothing. I'd love to say I don't want to pick up the phone right now and tell you I miss you and that I love you. But I cannot do that anymore. I need to not bare my soul to the world, and especially not to you. You've forsaken that trust and gift by burying me in the sand and leaving me to wither away in silence.
As much as I want answers, I know that as soon as I hear them, I'll just forgive you and everything will be back to normal. I don't want to forgive you. I don't want to have to be the bigger person. I just want you to give a damn for a change and realise that you've truly screwed it all up. *smirk* I wonder if you even care
You once described me as a short fuse to a magnificent display of fireworks...how my heart sang at those words.
Words...
That was all it was
Only words.
And so are these
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