I miss being in love.
I miss feeling loved.
I miss you. Everything you stand for. Everything you are. Everything you aren’t.
I miss the stability.
I’m tired of the back and forth, up and down, unsure nature of the game.
I’m just tired.
And on some level, I want YOU to be the one to remedy all of this…but then there’s her. And she’s almost this kindred spirit that I want to guide in the right direction because she’s clearly special to you.
Fuck. what do I do?
I guess I’ll just cry and otherwise pretend like the world continues to rotate the same way it always has.