Quietly I sit here in this empty space.
Much like a waiting room.
I wonder if I'm going at too fast of a pace.
I wonder if I've caused my own doom.
It has been some time since we last spoke.
I know your life is hectic.
Occasionally I reach out, like a poke.
But I feel like it may be neglected.
I wonder how you're doing,
How have you been?
But I know you keep on going,
Not looking back on the past, the had been.
I know you need your time,
You need your space.
Its been two years in time.
I'm surprised you'd remember my face.
But I hope you're doing well,
It seems like you're doing fine.
Just focus on yourself,
I'll just watch the time...
I know this is kind of everywhere, but its kinda how my thoughts are. Its been nearly 2 years since my ex boyfriend and I ended our relationship. To make a long story short, I ****** up and I realized it all now. After much time I'm pretty stable about it now. Part of this is written in hopes maybe sometime we can get back in touch with each other and at the very least be friends but I fear I may have done too much and ruined that chance. Kinda ***** but I'll manage. I just hope he's doing well and is happy. But I will admit, I do miss him still