Missed

I do not want to talk about her anymore but it’s getting more serious every single day.

It creeps in and lingers. And I don’t want to get used to it. I want to do something about it because that’s just how I want things to be – to at least have an explanation or texts, identification of what it is. Plainly, I miss her. I miss my best friend. I miss the way we used to be and how this very soul connects me to this earth and beyond. She wouldn’t be reading this anyway so I don’t bother…

Maybe I just feel a little lonely inside. We all want to be loved, to find that kind of contentment and feeling of being whole in others. And I have for a time in my life found mine...