Wistful tears melt down my cheeks. Nostalgic of our time together. I kept myself together for a year, and now without the pitiful distractions, I have to look at myself, alone. Debilitating heartache Bleakening one’s self. Pining to both relive and forget the past. Everything is still so crystal clear, so picturesque in nature. The smells, the sights, the feelings. How could I have let it slip away from me like that? Did he ever speak of me? Ever talk about me? Or did he just forget the joyous days we spent together under the heat of moment’s madness? Am I the only one homesick for not my house, but for the person that broke me? My lip twitches as sentimental recollections start to overflow and spill, creating a puddle of emptiness, longing, and heartbreak.
Watching the clock tick down seconds I've wasted waiting for you.