I miss you
I miss us
I miss being able to tell you anything
And everything
I miss smiling when your name would come up
I miss bright blue skies
Being surrounded by French speaking people
I miss you playing piano
I miss our conversations
How easily they would ebb and flow
How there would be no awkward gaps
How we would laugh at everything
I miss how my cheeks would be sore after talking to you
Because you made me smile
I miss our 4 am talks
And making the other go to bed
Because we had early mornings
It makes me sad that when we talk
We have to hold things back
Because there is a difference between
Just friends
And that in between
Of you like me and I like you
I even miss
Greys and inbetweens
I look forward to when I stop missing you
When my heart no longer feels like it might burst
It's the worst to mourn someone who isn't dead
To mourn a friendship that still is
To mourn a relationship
Even though the ending was mutual
Though I'm not a believer in turning feelings off
I wish I could turn of
Missing you
-m.s.
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Alexithymia
Poesía(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
