This Is What It Means To Truly Miss Someone
It’s like a piece of me is missing, except every physical piece of me is right here.
It’s like a piece of me is missing, except every physical piece of me is right here.
I keep thinking. And thinking. And overthinking.
The world works in such strange ways, doesn’t it? Who would have guessed that my 11th grade English teacher would become one of the most important people in my life? Certainly not me.
I should not always be here for you when I wonder if you’d be here for me.
I wish I could eliminate all of those fears, have the confidence that only seems to exist in others, and find the love that I’ve long yearned for.
It just simply does belong in that spot in that way.