Ocean eyes.

It's just too much

I admit that I'm starting to miss seeing your face everyday and being alone is starting to take its all, I'm cold and it's getting old. I never thought that I will miss you and need you so much as I'm doing right now, the cold of my body has begun to ask about you, but I don't know where you are. It's painful, even if you don't believe it.

I admit I should've made some changes, I wasn't what you were looking for, I never was. We were so smothered in love that we didn't have a chance to come up for air. You were so unpredictable, your movements so clean and perfect that they burned every time I tried to follow you. What a waste, where did the time go? It's the first day and my clock still marks three am when you left me all alone.

Tell me, where did our minds go? Cause I don't know, it's a question I've been trying to solve in the last hours. I always believed that the phrase "You lose yourself trying to find someone else" was a joke, but now I can say that is true. What's this place? Everything feels alone since you're not here, I feel like I need a part of me.

Where did our home go? We won't know, I don't know. I don't know how you felt, but it's so hard to me say that you were my home. You were that person whom I considered my home, I always felt comfortable by your side, it was you and me up against the great unknown.

Too much of anything is too much, even we can compare this situation with food: if you eat a lot, then you'll feel bad physic and emotionally. So, too much of love can be too much, I started to believe that we had too much time and too much us, all happened so fast that we cannot thought clearly and we fought like tomorrow was promised, when it was our first mistake; nobody has promised the future and we were so secure about it like two stupid kids.