Same View Different Day

22

When I first met you, you were just a warm body.

Someone to fill the hole left by another.

I was desperate and you were there.

Then I got to know you.

I made you laugh and you made me blush.

There were spontaneously awkward hugs and fevered whispers in the dead of night.

Then, best of all, we became friends.
And it was nice and lovely and I came to appreciate your support when i broke down, second guessed myself, and was near the end of my rope.

You kept me grounded.

And even though you weren't really mine, I adored our time together.

Now, you're off to bigger and better things, and I'm happy for you.

But...I miss you.

And I know despite the "we"ll keep in touch" I know that chances are I won't see your face in person again

And that just kind of breaks my heart.

After years of forgetting about this I look back.

I can't remember who this was about, because they're always about someone

I don't know if I should be happy or sad about that fact.