I am more than grateful for what I currently have in life. I have great friends (both old and new), I have a wonderful job I love and I have a great, supportive family. Yet I feel as though something is missing.
Wow, shocker! Anyone who knows me knows that I wish I had someone to come home to. I wish I had someone I could curl up with on the couch and watch a movie with, arguing over who is going to make more popcorn because one of us finished it. Someone who I can walk through a park with and just enjoy the scenery, or someone who will make fun of me for wanting to watch MMA and not know who all of the fighters are.
So why is it that whenever I think about who I want, you come to mind? I should hate you or at least be mad at you but I can't. When I was younger, I thought you were the one and maybe now I look back and reminisce about it because I am lonely. Maybe I remember because I thought it was real.
Well, it's not real anymore. I don't know if it ever really was but I need to get you out of my head. I need to get over you. I need to move on and I need to do it now. I may not have any pictures of you or of us but I do have your drawing. Every time I think I had gotten rid of it, I find it again. Well, this time, I am going to get rid of it. This time I will throw it away. No, the trash isn't good enough. This time I will burn it. This time I will watch as it goes up in flames.
I have to be done with you. I have to be over you and this time I will move on.
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