Wednesday, September 29, 2010


It's not that I miss him.

I miss holding a hand that held mine.
I miss the whispered, "I missed you."
I miss the airtight hugs when we say goodbye.
I miss kissing.
I miss having a boy like me enough to risk my flaws and go for it.
And I really miss that I used to be missed.

I really do......

1 comment:

  1. oh honey. i felt the way you feel right now. and then eventually i got over it and learned to love being myself and being single. and then i immediately met aaron. i am living proof that theres a calm after the storm, baby. it sucks right now. let it suck. wallow in the suck. then learn to love yourself without that extra something.
    i love you