I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all high and cute, or soft and sweet when she is talking about seeing me. I miss hearing her laugh, her smile. I miss eating with her and laughing at ourselves. I miss her eyes, the smell of her hair, the way her breath tasted. I miss how she felt pressed against me when we hugged, feeling her heart beat against my chest. I miss her innocence and I miss her tough armor. I miss everything. I miss her quiet questions when she was scared of the answers, her honesty when I asked mine. I miss her strength, her hardheadedness, her certainty. I miss knowing that she is around, that someone like her exists, knowing that she was only a phone call away.
Now I don't know where she is.
How to find her.
Where to look, if she is okay.
I just want her to get better, to be okay.
I just want her to come back. I look for her every where I go. Every time someone calls my heart skips a beat in hope that its her. Every time I come home I hope she might be there waiting.
Sometimes I feel so empty. I hold myself and rock back and forth and wish her here, wish she'll call, pray that she is alive, wish she was somewhere safe.
I just want this to stop, her to be okay. To stop, and be okay. There is nothing I can do at all. I fucking hate this. I hate it so fucking much, nothing I can do.
FUCK
Now I don't know where she is.
How to find her.
Where to look, if she is okay.
I just want her to get better, to be okay.
I just want her to come back. I look for her every where I go. Every time someone calls my heart skips a beat in hope that its her. Every time I come home I hope she might be there waiting.
Sometimes I feel so empty. I hold myself and rock back and forth and wish her here, wish she'll call, pray that she is alive, wish she was somewhere safe.
I just want this to stop, her to be okay. To stop, and be okay. There is nothing I can do at all. I fucking hate this. I hate it so fucking much, nothing I can do.
FUCK
sindri:
thank you very much