I always wanted something else. I dreamed of a love like in the movies. I wanted you. I wanted him. I wanted a world neither of us knew of.
I cried and mourned over a love I never experienced, but felt so deeply.
Not only did I miss you, but I wished for you. And here we are: lying in bed, lying to myself.
I don't think I'll ever be okay. I'll always being missing someone or something with no exact understanding.
With great gravity, feeling lost and paralyzed. The darkness consumes me.
But I still love you.
I always have and I always will
love you.
