Please be honest, are we better for it?- I miss you, I'm sorry- Gracie Abrams
I'll never forget the way Lynn made me feel. We were invincible.
But forever came and went.
Lynn began to drift away, and I couldn't grasp what was slipping through my fingers.
Memories haunted me - our laughter, our fights. Every moment we shared now felt like a goodbye.
Months passed, and the horrible gut feeling within me grew. Our apartment, once filled with warmth, felt hollow. I missed Lynn's touch, her voice, her presence.
One December evening, Lynn called, saying, "I miss you." My heart skipped a beat. We talked, sharing tears and memories.
But it was just something in the moment.
Summer arrived, and Lynn moved on. I couldn't. My heart remained stuck in the past, reliving our love.
I accepted the loss, but acceptance didn't bring peace. I realized I'd never be whole again. Lynn took a piece of me when she left, and it was gone forever.
In quiet moments, I whisper, "I still love you." But the silence that follows makes me shiver
Sometimes, in the dead of night, I wake up reaching for Lynn's hand, only to find emptiness.
My love for Lynn remains, a constant reminder of what I lost
