Jun 2014
I didn't miss you most those first few hours
Nor when I listened to the song that's 'ours'
Although it gets worse, the longer you're away
I didn't miss you most, that very last day
Because the thing about missing you, it just isn't fair
Because I miss you the most, when I wish you were there
When I'm doing something, and I wish you could too
When I'm somewhere perfect, but I'm not there with you.
Nor when I listened to the song that's 'ours'
Although it gets worse, the longer you're away
I didn't miss you most, that very last day
Because the thing about missing you, it just isn't fair
Because I miss you the most, when I wish you were there
When I'm doing something, and I wish you could too
When I'm somewhere perfect, but I'm not there with you.
I've noticed that the first little while of missing you hurt a lot, and it does get slowly worse, but there are large spikes of pain, when I'm doing something and you should be there, I wish you'd be there. But you're not. Time, distance, circumstance, people. It is as if the everything is trying to keep us apart, but I won't them, not forever, because you are mine, and I am forever yours.
