"I remember the first day I met him, and his eyes were a warm brown. It was winter then, and all I wanted to do was to talk to him. I felt connected to him for some weird reason. I wanted to know if he felt the same thing.
We started talking to each other. Gradually we became friends. I started thinking of him more and more. I thought of his smile and infectious laughter and our deep conversations late at night. And then we talked as if we’d known each other all our lives. Maybe in another life we did. I didn’t know what love felt like, but that sure seemed like it. It felt like falling. I didn't fall in love with him at first sight. My love for him formed gradually; his personality, his smile, his hair, his voice, his eyes...everything took me!
Time passed again.
He waned away from my life just like a moon. One day he was there no matter what, the next there was total tenebrosity. That’s when I began to feel empty. There's this frantic feeling that insinuates up on you when you realize you need someone so badly. Your heart races. You say and think bizarre stuff. You make wishes at 11:11 but to no avail. The despondency of abandonment always nags at you until you give into it. Even if you resist, it’s there. I would say abandonment hurts a little less rather than knowing that you were even unworthy of any justification. Sometimes I miss him a lot just like you miss oxygen when you’re underwater too long. I miss him like you miss the rain when it’s a hundred degrees.
I want to tell him that he’s still everything, that the littlest things remind me of him.I want to tell him I think of him every night as I have trouble sleeping, every day as I feel detached. But most importantly I want to tell him that I feel hurt." #writerslife #writerscommunity #writersforlife #loveforwriting #writeups #writer #poet #instawriter #instapoet #womenwhowrites #igwriter #spilledink #textgram #like4like #follow4follow #l4l #f4f