The Blood & The Bones

S,

It’s been 23 days since I’ve seen you.

I miss you.

It hasn’t dulled or stopped.

The ache is just as strong as it ever was. I keep waiting for it to. They say time will help but each day is just like the last.

I talk to you sometimes. I can hear your voice in my head. Almost as if, wherever you are, you hear me too.

I wish things had been different. I wish our last night together had not been the way that it was. But, it seemed, every time I turned around I was learning things about you that slowly destroyed me.

I think a lot about you being with someone else. A part of me thinks that’s why you ended it. Because, you always said if you met someone you’d let me know. Maybe that’s what happened. You just couldn’t bring yourself to ruin me so you padded the truth a bit.

I know you loved me. I felt all your energy. The feelings you pushed down. I saw it in your eyes. I felt every thing you pretended not to feel. And that’s why I was the way I was. Because I was constantly scared of losing you.

And, in the end, I did anyway.

Everso,

LL