J
JustLost
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Love...oh yeah, that thing.
I miss it so much. Just to have the feeling of holding someone and staring into their eyes...not having to say a single word. It's lame and cheesy and the stuff of badly written soap operas but when it's happening to you it doesn't seem that way.
I bide my time with work and hobbies, trying to fool myself into thinking none of it matters...but it does. Maybe it would be better if I'd never known love. I know what it's like when it's good and real, which is why it hurts so much to be alone. Those who have never experienced any of this are lucky in a way. They don't really know what they're missing. I wish I didn't.
I wish I knew if I'd ever fall in love again and who she was. I'd write her and tell her how much she means to me and how much I need her right now. I have so many things to tell this phantom girl, but I have no address to send it to...at this point, I'm not even sure she exists.
I miss it so much. Just to have the feeling of holding someone and staring into their eyes...not having to say a single word. It's lame and cheesy and the stuff of badly written soap operas but when it's happening to you it doesn't seem that way.
I bide my time with work and hobbies, trying to fool myself into thinking none of it matters...but it does. Maybe it would be better if I'd never known love. I know what it's like when it's good and real, which is why it hurts so much to be alone. Those who have never experienced any of this are lucky in a way. They don't really know what they're missing. I wish I didn't.
I wish I knew if I'd ever fall in love again and who she was. I'd write her and tell her how much she means to me and how much I need her right now. I have so many things to tell this phantom girl, but I have no address to send it to...at this point, I'm not even sure she exists.