This is no longer an open diary to you, but it will still be composed purely of "I love you"'s and "I miss you"'s.
I buried your goodbye letter in my pillow and I will sleep over it like a tombstone because I am not ready to feel away from you yet.
I am going to lay here and wait for you to come demanding that its not over, but you won't.
So I will no longer count down the days till I get to see you. But pray for the day to come that I am not surrounded by constant reminders of you.
..I always lose things in my bed sheets, and somehow you disappeared too, and now I am afraid to fall asleep.
What if you hold me in my dreams and I wake up and you are nowhere to be found?
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
This is no longer an open diary to you, but it will still be composed purely of "I love you"'s and "I miss you"'s.
I buried your goodbye letter in my pillow and I will sleep over it like a tombstone because I am not ready to feel away from you yet.
I am going to lay here and wait for you to come demanding that its not over, but you won't.
So I will no longer count down the days till I get to see you. But pray for the day to come that I am not surrounded by constant reminders of you.
..I always lose things in my bed sheets, and somehow you disappeared too, and now I am afraid to fall asleep.
What if you hold me in my dreams and I wake up and you are nowhere to be found?