The Picture

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Sometimes I look at pictures from you. I Analyse every little detail of it. I sit there for hours and imagine fake scenarios in my head with you. Mostly the ones where you hug me. Everytime I miss you I imagine you hugging me. I miss that feeling of laying in your arm and forgetting everything. Your hands pressing me more against you and I just lay my head on your shoulder. Feeling safe like nothing could ever happen to me because you protect me. I loved that feeling. I wish I could feel it one more time. How you put your hand on my head and gently pet me. How you made me feel protected and safe. How you made me feel loved and cared. I miss your smell. Your hugs meant the world for me and I thought I would never live without them anymore. Sadly I was wrong so thats what left is the imagination everytime I look at a picture from you.

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