Healing.
I knew this was going to hurt really bad sooner or later and it is hurting, a lot. It is probably going to hurt even a lot more. I miss him. His presence, his voice, his vibe, his patience, his love, his laugh, his humor, his good morning, his goodnights, his you’re beautiful his enthusiasm when he was talking about his culture and the way he could be so stubborn. I miss him. I miss him being distracted, I miss how he could explain things to me, watching him play games, I enjoyed playing the games with him so much. I miss his support and oh my god I can go on and on. I miss everything about him.
I had no choice, I need to heal, he needs to heal. I can’t stop loving him but I can stop hurting him. I needed to stop hurting too. If I had stayed and been his friend I would be constantly reminded of what I want and need so badly and can’t have. I still haven’t figured out how to move on yet it seems impossible. Don’t think I don’t miss you, baby. Cause I do.. A lot..
