'' There are still days when I forget that he isn't mine anymore. The days when I catch myself looking at him a little too long when he walks into the room. It doesn't help when he talks to me like nothing ever happened between us. The days when I look through old pictures and smile, our happiness was captured so perfectly that I forget that it isn't still with us. The days when I imagined our future, my heart likes to assume that he will be mine again and my mind seems to take off running with it. The days when I still see him as my best friend, I get a good grade on a test and he is the first person I want to call, me and my mom get into a fight and I wish I could cry to him. Some days, he still feels like he is my person. Mine. But he isn't , and coming back to reality is a lot harder then leaving.''
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The Little Things
ПоэзияA collection of poems, quotes, stories, and thought provoking paragraphs. Some are my very own work and others have been spoken to me in a time of need that I related to so closely and that help me so much that I just can't wait to share them with...
