P.O.V: it’s been 13 months since I last saw or spoke to you. And for the most part I thought I was over you. I know I still think about you occasionally, but I really thought I was getting better. Except this morning at 6 am, on the last day of 2023, my mind drifted to you. It went from thinking about how I want to experience that Mexican restaurant in Disney world at Epcot, to you, because for some reason ever since I went in April I always thought about how I would’ve liked to be there with you.
And then it went to me grieving because I know that’s never gonna happen. You have a baby now.
So then I imagined what it would be like to run into you. To see you again, to talk to you. To let you know that you really did hurt me, and that for me it was you.
It still hurts. And I still miss you. Maybe I miss the idea of you. But I don’t think so.
And it’s sad, because you have your own little life, the way you always did. And I’m still here.
Me when I remember the way he would unexpectedly grab my chin while we were interacting and I’d feel so loved in that moment and how I could tell it was an instinctive or impulsive thing for him
A necessary reminder for you and for me. I will allow myself to hurt but I will not let it consume me. I will feel everything I need to and still, in the end, pick myself back up.
I don’t know why I keep checking, why I keep looking. I want to forget. I want to move on. But deep down maybe I don’t, because that would mean accepting what’s happening. Accepting that it’s real.
I don’t know how to move on. I hate that I have to.
Also me when I remember how I pulled and grabbed at his shirt and pulled him closer to me and closed the distance between us by putting my face closer to his and it felt like I was almost on my tippy toes and how the tension and desperation was palpable and LISTEN ITS NOT LIKE I TRY TO THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS but I was watching tv and a character grabbed someone by their shirt the way I did and yeah… ANYWAYS
Me when I’m minding my business and then I remember how it felt to make eye contact with him as I was getting on my knees for him LMAOOOOOOOOOiwannadieOOOOOOOOOOOOOistillmisshimOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOistillwanthimOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Me when I’m minding my business and then I remember how it felt to make eye contact with him as I was getting on my knees for him LMAOOOOOOOOOiwannadieOOOOOOOOOOOOOistillmisshimOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOistillwanthimOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I really miss you man. You told me you would miss me. I didn’t ever tell you I would miss you. I THINK you meant it. It was unprompted and sudden and I could tell you were nervous to tell me and vulnerable. Well guess what, I really fuckin miss you. And funnily enough I have this idea that you don’t miss me at all. That I meant nothing to you. Is it that, or is it that I can’t believe that you do miss me? So do you miss me? Or are you perfectly fine without me? Like I was nothing? Like I’m something you want to forget about in order to continue living your little life?
And I wish I could tell someone about it. I want to tell everyone about it. Let everyone know that you’re all I want. That I crave you and miss your presence in my life. The way you made me smile. The way it felt I could explode from smiling so hard, so easily. Always. All the time. But no one cares. And no one can do anything about it. I just wish I could go back. An infinite time loop.
I miss you I miss you I miss you. I guess I can’t believe it’s gonna be three months. I thought you’d come back and you haven’t. I miss you.
I still miss him. It hurts if I let it and the worst part is that it’s most likely not the same for him. I think if I had him things would feel okay. Things would feel good. But I shouldn’t let someone else dictate or be responsible for my happiness. I still miss him though. I miss that time period. And don’t get me wrong, I’ve been doing pretty good. But all of a sudden I’m not.
I miss him. He was always so kind to me in certain ways. He pretty much seemed to think I could do no wrong. And now I have to deal with people who are always on my ass and don’t appreciate or see my efforts. He always did.
Screaming, hollering, crying, throwing up, because at the end of the day, we really stood in that dark room together, AND HE KISSED ME. God I miss him. I miss that.
Do I miss him? Yes. Does almost everything remind me of him? Yes. Do I picture my future with him in it? Yes. Is it actually gonna happen that way? Probably not. Am I gonna be able to stay here and be around him? Probably not. Is the best thing for me to do move away? Logically, sure. Do I know what I’m doing or will do with my life? Absolutely not. Does it feel like I have anyone there for me? Absolutely not. I feel absolutely alone right now. But the thing is, when I move away I’m gonna be alone too. I don’t see how I can form connections again. I just want to be happy again. Consistently.
Thinking about the last time I spoke to him and how soft and nervous he sounded. I wonder why. Did he miss me? Was he thinking about how little time we have left? Is there something he’s not telling me yet?
Do I miss him? Yes. Does almost everything remind me of him? Yes. Do I picture my future with him in it? Yes. Is it actually gonna happen that way? Probably not. Am I gonna be able to stay here and be around him? Probably not. Is the best thing for me to do move away? Logically, sure. Do I know what I’m doing or will do with my life? Absolutely not. Does it feel like I have anyone there for me? Absolutely not. I feel absolutely alone right now. But the thing is, when I move away I’m gonna be alone too. I don’t see how I can form connections again. I just want to be happy again. Consistently.