It is not my right to tell you I miss you. I want to spill it all and tell the truth. I miss you. I miss being your very best friend. I miss accepting it is what it is.
I can no longer be completely honest because I know the angst and pain that follows.
I don’t want to be that person anymore, but I long to feel those feelings.
I want to close my eyes and be transported to the moments that are real and filled with love.
But I will sit here and write, I will drink and eventually forget.
I know I can not love you the way you deserve. I know I can not do the love you feel the justice it requires.
I sit silent and longing.
It’s not everyday, but it’s enough to make me ache for you.
Ache for you inside of me in every way