I miss you like hell.
I don’t know if I miss you or just what I thought was you.
That you that I connected with.
That you that talked to me for hours.
That you that understood everything and judged nothing.
That you that accepted that new me and embraced everything I was becoming.
Maybe I just miss those feelings.
Maybe it doesn’t have to do with you.
I am passion. I am fire. I ooze soul out of every pore and cell of my being. That is me. And always has been.
Maybe I just became me and you were just there.
I miss love. I miss being able to say it, to share it, to feel it.
I miss being able to pour all of me all over someone else and have it felt, accepted, reciprocated.
Maybe.
I’ve been missing it a long time.
I guess she’s right – my wise friend.
I hate her words – those sounds that underline that there is no hope. No possibility. No way.
I don’t care.
I miss you like hell.
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