Confess something 💯
I don't actively miss you.
I don't actively miss you,but you do pop up in my head once or twice a day,especially when I am alone,having
conversations with myself that I used to have with you.
I have substituted your presence with an entire list-people that take me to my happy place better than you ever could-yet there are times I want those people to meld together and become you,so I could sit down with you once more and laugh.
I don't actively miss you,but a random colour or shape sometimes takes me back to arguments had on rooftops where we were closer to the sky,which we sometimes pretended was still water that we just liked to stare at.
I remember when you told me,while gazing at the stars,what life meant to you,and in the same breath,told me she was a girl with red hair & glittery skin.
I don't actively miss you,but I do pay extra attention when your name comes up in a chat.The faux nonchalance with which I inquire after you is transparent enough to show the tiny space you still hold in my heart.
The place which I try to pretend does not exist because I try to convince myself that I don't love you.Not anymore.
And how could I? Loving you would mean I miss you every second of every day,but I don't.
I don't actively miss you.
I don't actively miss you,but you do pop up in my head once or twice a day,especially when I am alone,having
conversations with myself that I used to have with you.
I have substituted your presence with an entire list-people that take me to my happy place better than you ever could-yet there are times I want those people to meld together and become you,so I could sit down with you once more and laugh.
I don't actively miss you,but a random colour or shape sometimes takes me back to arguments had on rooftops where we were closer to the sky,which we sometimes pretended was still water that we just liked to stare at.
I remember when you told me,while gazing at the stars,what life meant to you,and in the same breath,told me she was a girl with red hair & glittery skin.
I don't actively miss you,but I do pay extra attention when your name comes up in a chat.The faux nonchalance with which I inquire after you is transparent enough to show the tiny space you still hold in my heart.
The place which I try to pretend does not exist because I try to convince myself that I don't love you.Not anymore.
And how could I? Loving you would mean I miss you every second of every day,but I don't.
I don't actively miss you.
