Short stories

Story 5 - I miss it

When you lose someone, it can hurt. Especially when the person you lost is the person you love the most in the world. It can, indeed, hurt. That agonising pain that you would feel every time you'd cry. The hole being slowly carved in your heart as everyday goes by. It hurts so much that you can't help but scream out and cry. Your throat, eyes and chest feeling so constricted, it feels as if someone is squeezing you so hard you can't function properly.

This happened to me. I might've happened to you too. But whoever has experienced this, can undeniably accept that it hurts like a b*tch. Remember when I told you that this type of thing has happened to me. Well, that person that I loved terribly meant so much to me. Nonetheless, it was so idiotic of me not to tell them I loved them before they left my life for good. I regret it everyday. Every. Single. Day. I was so caught up with the fact that if I told them the truth they wouldn't stick around; I guess even though I didn't tell them, they still didn't stick around. It's so ironic it makes me give out that small, little laugh that can just seem like a huff of a breath.

I hate that I still sometimes have this feeling inside after all this time. When I just wonder off into the depths of my mind, I still think back to how I never told them and they still left. But on a rare occasion I would think about the happy times that we had together. Kind of like reminiscing. The times where we would laugh until it felt like we were growing abs. The times where we would talk to each other until there was nothing else to talk about (which is almost never, as we would never run out of things to talk about).

I miss it. Even though I've moved on and I'm happy again. I miss it. The old times, the person, the love I felt. I miss it.