i hate missing you
Sometimes I think I'll call you and tell you to meet me somewhere..
I could walk up to you, and without a word, kiss you.
And with that kiss , I could say "and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all."
And I know that eventually things fully fade away, leave no trace. But there will always be a faint trace somewhere in my heart, like a slight footstep in the sand. I will be aware of what I felt. Of what you felt. Of the moments where we finished each other's sentences. Those are the moments I long to forget, but ironically, the ones I will continue to remember.
...Sara and I took pictures of the sky this evening. And I thought about how you always seem to fade into the sunset, and dissapear a little bit more each day.
I don't want to have to erase you completely from my mind, but I realize that with someone like you and someone like me (even though that's basically the same 'someone') that's the only thing left to do (especially in a situation like this, where I couldn't say your name, even if I was aching to type it out.)
I wish I could stop missing you, wanting you, liking you..whatever though. maybe one day.
I could walk up to you, and without a word, kiss you.
And with that kiss , I could say "and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all."
And I know that eventually things fully fade away, leave no trace. But there will always be a faint trace somewhere in my heart, like a slight footstep in the sand. I will be aware of what I felt. Of what you felt. Of the moments where we finished each other's sentences. Those are the moments I long to forget, but ironically, the ones I will continue to remember.
...Sara and I took pictures of the sky this evening. And I thought about how you always seem to fade into the sunset, and dissapear a little bit more each day.
I don't want to have to erase you completely from my mind, but I realize that with someone like you and someone like me (even though that's basically the same 'someone') that's the only thing left to do (especially in a situation like this, where I couldn't say your name, even if I was aching to type it out.)
I wish I could stop missing you, wanting you, liking you..whatever though. maybe one day.