Waking to feel the weight of the void you left when you left me behind. Searching restlessly for any remaining sense of you in these god forsaken sheets. Plowing mindlessly through the memories scorched into my mind - branded forever yours. Will there be an ever after?
In French, you don't actually say I miss you you say you are missing from me - you are essential to my being. you are like an *****, a limb, my bloodstream. I cannot be without you.
each and every night you cried in my arms they were her tears for her arms. each and every time you whispered love it was her love left over for her ears. you were always hers. you've always been hers and tomorrow you'll be hers again.