miss you..

That’s the last thing that I wrote to you. The last thing that I will ever write to you. The last sentiment that I will feel for you. The last way that I will remember you.

I feel like a child again, abandoned, solitary; to be taken into someone else’s arms. Arms that will never feel right, will never soothe or console or ease the tender pain you left in my chest, where my soul should be. I can’t breathe. A you-shaped hole in my universe.

Where were you when I needed you? Did you ever think of me? Did you ever try to find me?

You don’t.

You didn’t.

You never will.

Unrequited love. And I love you so much.

miss you..