I see you standing there, minding yourself as you watch everyone enjoy themselves on the dance floor. You seem so… calm, so at peace with yourself..as if everything is alright in your world. And maybe it is.. I wouldn’t know since I’m no longer part of it. Actually, I probably never was. But you were a part of mine. You were my morning thoughts, my night thoughts, and the one person i would think of at the mention of the word “love”. Every second, every hour that passed by it would be filled with thoughts of you and your voice, oh how I miss your voice. Along with your touch, the sense of security in your arms as you held me tight in the void of the darkest night. But now, all I have are faint memories of you; of your face, your voice, how your fingers felt intertwined with mine…And whenever i hear the word “love” I still think of you but no longer in the way i used to before, but rather in a longing way. With a sense of hatred and love and longing and disappointment i think of you now-a-days. I look at you as you stand there minding yourself and all i feel now is sadness, for you were never actually the person i thought you were. But i can’t help but feel a little spark of hope and love left for you inside me. It’s probably because you still hold a little part of me in your hands and you refuse to let me go. I silently beg for you to just drop me and set me free but you seem deaf to my calling. I know it’s wrong to feel this way after everything that’s happened but i can’t help my fickle heart. Do I still love you or do I think I still love you?
