the only thing in my life that truly depresses me is not having her in it. i see her in everything. it fucking sucks. everything else is so perfect. so why do i still want her, when she clearly doesnโt even think of me. :-/
i want to talk to her so fucking bad. but i canโt. i have to respect her boundaries. i just miss her so fucking much. i dream of her every night. :-/
i have so many paragraphs. and lists of ways in which i love her. apologies. all to remain in their solitude. because i canโt contact her. i know what we both need right now is space. and time.
one day we will come back to this. and it will be greater than ever. and we will both care. and i will care. and i will love her in the ways she deservesโฆ
i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.