“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I hate the most- aggrieved
By every memory of us, every grain of our love
Even if it was for a short while, cos for a short while,
I felt so happy to experience love again, to smile
Because someone made me smile, to laugh with
Someone in private, even if its for the silliest of things
“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I hate the most- and it’s in such
an uncomfortable experience, that the mind tends to
wonder in all its what if’s— but more so, I question
myself of whether I was the one more in love than the
both of us combined…
_“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I’ll always hate the most._
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 4:35 AM UTC
“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I hate the most- aggrieved
By every memory of us, every grain of our love
Even if it was for a short while, cos for a short while,
I felt so happy to experience love again, to smile
Because someone made me smile, to laugh with
Someone in private, even if its for the silliest of things
“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I hate the most- and it’s in such
an uncomfortable experience, that the mind tends to
wonder in all its what if’s— but more so, I question
myself of whether I was the one more in love than the
both of us combined…
_“I miss you,”
And that’s the fact I’ll always hate the most._
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