There are hundreds if not thousands of emotions known to man kind and still not one of them accurately fits the ways i miss you or the ways i love you. There are billions of words in the english language and not one of them accurately describes the hole in my heart, or the way i feel when im alone at 2am on a tuesday night missing the scent of your cologne.
There is no possible fucking way i can tell you how loosing you has made me feel because sometimes i cant even comprehend the fact that you are gone. I forget that you no longer love me. I loose myself in my memories of us that i cant tell the difference between past and present. I lose myself in thought the way i used to lose myself in your eyes, the way i used to lose myself in your smile, the way i used to lose myself in the way you spoke my name, the way i used to lose myself in you.
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Yours truly...
Storie d'amoreJust some sad stuff that i write in the middle of the night.
