I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings
I once promised you that if anything ever happened to you,I’d write to you everyday till the day I died.
At the time,I really meant it.I couldn’t imagine life without you so the only solution was to create a version of you inside my head.
Little did I know that that would actually happen.
I don’t write to you everyday.I can’t.The emptiness of unseen messages is just too much.I’ve already left you so many messages(“tower”,as you’d call it.)Before I knew you were gone.
When I found out,I said some words.And I left it there because it was too much.
I still read back our conversations but I don’t have the urge to pretend I’m living in them.
I do live in my imagination though.What would have happened had things been different.Or imagining new scenarios that can never happen now.
I need to stop doing that but I don’t know how.
I find things to obsess over to forget you,at least a little.To drown out the part of me that weeps.Longs.Regrets.
I suppose I’m kinda writing to you now,aren’t I?
At the time,I really meant it.I couldn’t imagine life without you so the only solution was to create a version of you inside my head.
Little did I know that that would actually happen.
I don’t write to you everyday.I can’t.The emptiness of unseen messages is just too much.I’ve already left you so many messages(“tower”,as you’d call it.)Before I knew you were gone.
When I found out,I said some words.And I left it there because it was too much.
I still read back our conversations but I don’t have the urge to pretend I’m living in them.
I do live in my imagination though.What would have happened had things been different.Or imagining new scenarios that can never happen now.
I need to stop doing that but I don’t know how.
I find things to obsess over to forget you,at least a little.To drown out the part of me that weeps.Longs.Regrets.
I suppose I’m kinda writing to you now,aren’t I?
