I woke up this morning and the first thing I thought about was you – again. It has only been a short time, and I know it will be for a while to come. Time, it moves so slowly when you want it to pass quicker, so it seems. I constantly remind myself that a lot of people go through this when something that meant anything to them comes to an end, to feel ‘normal.'
Do you think about me, I wonder? Is it in anger, hurt or sadness? All I know is that I want to tell you this: you are in my heart and mind still. It’s no wonder there are so many sad love songs out there. I don’t listen to them. Never have. I never could quite relate. I do now. Too much. I wish i could tell you this in person, but we don't speak anymore- at all.
they say that love is one of the greatest things you'll ever experience. if so, then why does it hurt so bad and make you wish you never experienced it?
