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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2001 Dec 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.22.09.03.1367]] |
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I miss you. What a stupid, sappy, overused phrase. Yet, when I reach for words to explain what I feel, this is all I can find. Of course I'm hurt. That was to be expected though. You knew from the moment the thought even entered your mind what would result from this. But as you said, "It's life." Harsh? Yes, but very true. I'll always ache for you. I'll cringe at the thought of someone else making you happy, and I'll forever fight tears when I see you with her. That's also life. I can't make myself not want to have what she has. I can't, and I won't pretend otherwise. You know I love you. It never mattered, it doesn't, and it never will. Not to you anyway. At least not in the kind of depth I feel it in. That isn't the point though. It's that you are my light, my shining star. I've never given up on you before. That makes giving up on loving you next to impossible. So I'll try to do the next best thing. I'll miss you. I'll miss you until the day that I die. I'll long for the friend I never feared. The one I could hold onto for dear life and never suffocate. I'll miss feeling safe in your arms. I'll miss your touch, and more than anything I'll miss the guarantee that I was needed by you. I've been replaced. You have found what you call happiness, and if I couldn't be that...then I'm glad you've found your own "next best thing." |