I can’t get over you. I try. Each day. But every morning when I wake up I get reminded over and over of what is no longer there. The brown bear next to my bed reminds me of the picture I sent you about the bear with the big brown ears. My white tiger reminds me that thats your favorite animal. It reminds me of the last conversation we had and how I sent you pictures of white tigers to get your attention.
I miss our hours on hours chats. I miss how alive you made me feel. But I remember the darkness that came with it. You were never mine. And you never would be. I was someone that was easily cast aside when all went down hill. Long lost forgotten. I wish I could see you again. I wish I could hold you in my arms and pretend that the world out there doesn’t matter. As long as I was with you, it was all okay. I even miss fighting with you, cause it made me felt like you cared. I miss waking up smiling thinking about the long conversation I had with you the previous night. You were the only reason I ever wished weekends would end just so I can chat with you again. Why could you so easily discard me? And why, after so many months, does it feel like I just lost you yesterday?
Proseldom 