And to think, you used to have an identity. You were something so beautiful I could hardly stand to be around you. And here you are now, a shell of your former self. I wantes to be with you. To hold you and say you were mine. To show you off as the one thing in my life that matters. But I can’t even respect you anymore. I knew you when your life was in transition. You were soul serching, Trying to find yourself. I was always there, ready to talk, ready to maybe hold and kiss you but you have found your self. You have finished your journey and unfortunately for me I was just dead weight to be tossed aside. don’t you remember me at all? Did all those late night talks, long hugs, and glances full of sexual tensions even matter or mean anything at all?
Your away from me now. I can’t really deal with it, but I must. I really miss you, you know. Everything that happend to us seems to be a life time ago. Ill never forget you, you know? Your strength, your ablity to put me in my place, your beautiful eyes that seem to melt away the coldness of my heart, the way your hips swing when you walked towards or away from me. and most of all, ill miss your warm embrace. I was home when I was with you. But now im lost. I dont know if you’ll even read this but I would give it all back if I could just see you once.
