"Sometimes I start Missin' you crazy. Ain't nothing quite like you."
Nothing feels like you. Nothing is you. And that shit kills me. Cuz I crave you. Not any of these other average guys. Not someone to just like me. Not even love me. I crave you. Your love.
I'll never understand why you couldn't give it to me.
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2.5 Years
Non-FictionSomeone has told me that you grieve someone for half the time you've known them or longer. I don't want to grieve that long however this is my progress as to how I'm feeling.
