M. Teteu

I miss you. Not only you, but the thought of you. I miss you always being on the back of my mind. I miss your smile and the way you’d laugh at stupid things. I miss our late night conversations and your simple, yet meaningful touch. I want you to know that this takes courage. Saying this makes me feel so vulnerable because I know very well that you don’t feel anything towards me. You avoid the thought of me, and regret the precious years we had together. You made me so happy. With you, I felt like I could conquer the world. Just seeing you would make me so damn nervous, I wished you would come and greet me with your oh so charming ways. Hearing of you makes my heart jump, as well as hearing from you. I’m glad you’re doing okay. Life did us nothing better than two broken kids who were dead inside and just needed a safe house, a new life. I found mine in you, you, I’ll never know. You needed someone who wasn’t used and broken. You needed someone who would uplift you, and make you feel the way you made me feel. You needed her. You probably tell the world about her. You never talked to anyone about me. I was a broken, useless doll, willing to do anything at your command. The hole you punched in my paper heart bruised so bad, it took years to heal. Love, you were my first. Our contact has been cut short, but If you ever need anything, you know where to find me.

Learn the art of growing without losing your inner child.