sinkingboat

This place doesn't feel like a home. In my 28 years of life, only when we're alone have I felt the most at home.

There's nothing more cruel than being alone after experiencing your warmth and comfort.

All the way to my bones, I feel your absence.

I'm counting down on days until you return to me.

I promise not to fall apart while you are far away. I promise I'll be strong and find joy in times even if you aren't next to me to experience them. But I won't promise that I won't miss you.

You credit certain memories that eventually led you to me; but I think even without those memories, we would have made our way to each other in every lifetime.

I miss you even after spending the whole day with you.

How do I believe when you say you want to hear the sad inside me, but everyone before you told me they did not care.

It's the same old tale: I need you more than you will ever need me.

I love you so much, it hurts.

I think I find peace whenever I am with you. But it makes all the moments without you more frightening.

The creeping thought has crossed my mind in my darkest nightmares...that you might be better off without my burdens and my baggages. But I am too selfish to ever let your hand go.

One day, you won't have to drop me off home at night anymore because you will be the home I go to.

Do you know the constant battle in me between my rational head trying to understand your needs and my anxious heart wondering why you don't need me as much as I need you.

I wonder to myself why the people who claim to love me would ever do? What's there to love?