My Short Stories

Thoughts 5

We talk nearly every day.

We laugh at all these jokes together, we play these games together.

So why do I always feel so alone? Is it the distance that wasn't there before?

Is it knowing that no matter how much I love you or anyone else, that same feeling won't be returned?

I've been used and mentally abused. Nothing but our friendship has lasted this long, yet something significant is missing...

The freedom of being able to give you every ounce of my love without fear of being judged. Of being rejected.

Without fear of being abandoned. Of not being missed.

That's what I was once given. And now it feels as if I'll never get that back. That's what I miss from our times together when I used to be able to hold you close.

Now I'm forced to hope for a day that will never come, talking to you through the mask of anonymity that the web makes us all wear.