It’s okay, I won’t think about you either. It was only 4 years!
Every time you read this I want you to remember who I am, and who I was to you. I want you to realize it wasn’t an accident. I want you to remember that what ever man next steals your heart, you stole mine. God couldn’t have given me a better blessing.
I truly miss the days of feeling somewhat important to you. There’s never a “Good Morning”, never a “Good Night”. Just old memories that feel like daggers to my heart. The shadows of you, are nothing more than shadows, despite the lack of sunlight. Your warmth is nothing but stale and forced. Your beauty is nothing but a painting I dream of. I feel like another star in space, tired, ready to burn out after a long chase. The beaches, restaurants, malls, and our phone calls will never feel the same. On halloween night, 2008, you changed my life forever. You sent me on a journey to love. Not just you, but God. Now his plans have changed and so have yours. Just maybe in another life.
What pulls me back to you, day in and day out?
Yet, never a “Good Morning”, never a “Good Night”.
thanks man, im doing alright
Los Angeles, 1960s
THIS is something I always think about!!!! like seriously….what did traffic look like when the freeways were first built.. omg this is awesome! im weird
DANG! Look at that crossing count!!! yea boy! hahaha totally geeking out…
I wish I could move
on, but I’m just not myself
when you’re not with me.