The world is nothing but a strange riddle to me. I will never understand the sensation of a pounding crushing heart, quivering lips and warm tears. I ask myself the same questions.
I hate the prickling feeling in my gut asking for permission to erupt. Over analyzing anything that can be. Hours, days, months spent that way.
You live on, so so can I. I don’t miss you, I don’t. I miss how you made me shine. I miss the safety and the laughter. I miss the way one could perceive two different worlds at once. You took my breath away. But people change. I don’t miss you, I miss the making of memories that don’t change.