I miss telling a man I love you, and actually meaning it. I miss writing poems for someone, just because I'm thinking of them. That butterfly feeling in my stomach caused by my feelings for someone, and not my anxiety. These are the things I miss...
I miss his skin against mine, his tender kisses, the feeling I got when I stared into his eyes. Why do things have to be so complicated, so messy. Why can't things stay how they were. I miss the feeling of being in a relationship with someone, sending them cute pictures during the day, feeling like I'm a part of something happy, something meaningful.
Now I just feel rejected, unimportant, forgotten. I crave that attention, making stupid choices that end in my pain. When I lay in bed at night I don't imagine what it would be like if that man that I loved was there, holding me. Because he is no longer there, I no longer have him. I have no one, I am alone.
