my fingertips glided across your skin, the soft skin that somehow felt rough at the same time. my forehead rested at the top of your shoulder and my arms loosely wrapped around yours. you were taller but i insisted on holding you, i needed to feel it was real. i heard you breathe and the way your skin smelt made me fall into an endless daze. i was yours and you were mine, we were together and we were complete.
i woke up and you werent there. i wish i could say you were there to begin with, but from the start i knew i was holding on to a ghostly imagine of what i wanted. you were cold and distant in a mental state we once shared, the strings that connected us were frayed to no return.
i missed you, but then again how i could i miss someone who wasnt there to begin with? and the bigger question still lingered.
how do i stop missing something that was never there?
YOU ARE READING
a collection of my thoughts
Randomthese are small writings i've created over a span of time and with encouragement i'm deciding to share them amongst anyone who'll read it.
