More Of The Same

Sunday, February 1st, 2015

Dealing now with being lonely, not because of his absence but because my own company doesn't seem to be enough, as if the company I keep with myself is empty. When did I become someone who couldn't sit with themselves? I never used to feel boredom, my thoughts could keep me playing for days on end, but now I fear where my mind will wander.

Sometimes still, I miss him so much. His voice, his bad jokes, his gentle eyes. And sometimes still, I wonder if I've made a terrible mistake. Lately I spend so much time missing.

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