“I do know I’ve never missed someone so much that it physically hurts, either.”
There are two tragedies in life: One is to lose your hearts desire, the other is to gain it.
On your marks. Set. Wait.
Things are getting sketchy, whip out the pencil again and get straight back to the drawing board and make sure you establish a clearer picture.
Hearts are half-breaking, minds are wandering and that’s just you. You’re holding yourself back and your arms are folded, refusing to open up and allow an embrace, albeit him being 10,000 kilometers away. You’re distancing yourself and pushing yourself away. The unknown is bouncing off silence and making you run.
It’s been three weeks and he’s cushioned your fall, once. Now that you’re approaching the cliff’s edge, again, you wonder if that was just coincidence playing its part in the game we call life or if he really does just know. Time tells all. But don’t wait around, that could prove to be costly. Or it could prove to be your wisest move yet. It’s turning into your own game of chess, where you’re both pawns. You just have to play strategically, and move wisely, bide your time and stay sharp, otherwise, things might go pear shaped.
Look in the mirror and you see his face staring straight back at you. Mimicking your actions, duplicating your thought process, feeling the craving you feel, but doing nothing about it. You know each other like the back of the others hand and you’re both too stubborn to give each other the satisfaction that you think about each other. How the mind boggles. Put the control down, stop pushing buttons and look at those scattered glass shards reflecting on his broken heart. That glass heart has shattered once, that’s enough for this lifetime. It’s up to you to pick it up and put it back together, if you have the courage, that is.
Leave that lid on things and you’ll probably end up worse, but nothing you wouldn’t have experienced before. Doesn’t mean it will be any easier.
Stay strong, and don’t give up. Keep the faith. And if you don’t, I damn well will.
“I miss him.”
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