2 AM and I'm thinking about you, about the laugh I was meant to accompany and the smile I have meant to love.
About the years I spent between loving and hating you.
About the days I was frightened of how easily you could throw me into oblivion and days where I felt so much power and pride, you would never have mattered.
About moments when I spent praying for this love to last and others when I was so sure it would forever last.
I was doomed into getting split in two, one who is so sure of where this is going, and another who wishes upon life for it not to go anywhere.
Between those two thoughts lies one whole person, who sees you as everything beautiful about life, while you're only the feeling of grief that comes after death.
