There are so many things I'm not sure of in life, but with all certainty at this very minute, all I
There are so many things I'm not sure of in life, but with all certainty at this very minute, all I know is that I miss him
I miss Ben. I miss him so much. I find myself longing to hear his laugh, see his smile, feel his steady presence beside, and with that a safety that I feel so lost without. I havent seen him for sixteen days. And it seems that each day goes by more slowly than the one before. I'm crying. For no more reason than that I feel so alone. I keep wishing that he would walk in and put his arms around me and tell me that he was here for me, and that I didn't need to miss him anymore. But I miss him.
You know that I can't stop counting all the days that you're not here to stay. You know I miss you more, more than yesterday.
I miss the way he teased me, and his ugly hawaiian shirts. I miss the way his lip twitchs when he wants to kiss me. I miss him complimenting my faults. Every time I hear Panic! at the Disco, or see a bold hawaiian print while working at IGA, I think of him. Every time I see a romantic gesture pushed to reality by a set of actors, I see Ben and I in the leading roles. And then I remember that I may be alone for a month yet. And it hurts. I hate this feeling. Because I know that he still loves me, and I love him, but to be pulled away from him... it feels like a piece of my heart has gone with him, and I wont be whole until he brings it back to me.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small they can be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you are gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.With all the love that I possess, I remain yours.
I miss Ben. I miss him so much. I find myself longing to hear his laugh, see his smile, feel his steady presence beside, and with that a safety that I feel so lost without. I havent seen him for sixteen days. And it seems that each day goes by more slowly than the one before. I'm crying. For no more reason than that I feel so alone. I keep wishing that he would walk in and put his arms around me and tell me that he was here for me, and that I didn't need to miss him anymore. But I miss him.
You know that I can't stop counting all the days that you're not here to stay. You know I miss you more, more than yesterday.
I miss the way he teased me, and his ugly hawaiian shirts. I miss the way his lip twitchs when he wants to kiss me. I miss him complimenting my faults. Every time I hear Panic! at the Disco, or see a bold hawaiian print while working at IGA, I think of him. Every time I see a romantic gesture pushed to reality by a set of actors, I see Ben and I in the leading roles. And then I remember that I may be alone for a month yet. And it hurts. I hate this feeling. Because I know that he still loves me, and I love him, but to be pulled away from him... it feels like a piece of my heart has gone with him, and I wont be whole until he brings it back to me.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small they can be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you are gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.With all the love that I possess, I remain yours.