I miss you.
It’s wrong that you’re not here.
Too many things remind me of you, make me think of you.
A voice, a face.
Sirens, a song.
I see you with me everywhere. Me with you.
It could make me cry, but I am trying to be strong.
Trying to make sense of it all.
Trying to live without you.
How invincible I will be when I have learned to be happy without you.
I will have achieved the impossible.
But still, I will never be happy with anyone else.
I will never want anyone else.
And how could I?
You are my everything and all I ever wanted.
I couldn’t simply give my heart to someone new.
In the back of my mind, I seem to still believe that if I am only patient enough,
if I wait long enough,
you will be my reward.
How easily I fool myself into believing that.
But it’s what keeps me alive.