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Time is a really funny thing. So are memories. They say memories will fade, but I've had some of the most vivid day dreams from the past two years, I've ever had about anything. Along with dreams, that are borderline nightmares.
And even though I knew that things weren't perfect. They were ours. And I was allowed to love openly and tell him all my secrets. I check my phone and hope that he's sending me a message. I have no motivation to get out of bed or to see anyone. I'd sleep under a rock if I could. I'm going absolutely crazy. So I hug the pillow that says I miss you, and if I ever need you I will be there. And that's what my pillow was for, to make me feel better. And now it only catches my tears and in fact, barely helps, because..
I want the real thing back. I'm going crazy. I need a hug.
And even though I knew that things weren't perfect. They were ours. And I was allowed to love openly and tell him all my secrets. I check my phone and hope that he's sending me a message. I have no motivation to get out of bed or to see anyone. I'd sleep under a rock if I could. I'm going absolutely crazy. So I hug the pillow that says I miss you, and if I ever need you I will be there. And that's what my pillow was for, to make me feel better. And now it only catches my tears and in fact, barely helps, because..
I want the real thing back. I'm going crazy. I need a hug.