#lost eraser

The truth is I care. I just didn't care enough that I lost you. I'm sorry.

Last last monday, you had me thinking of replacing you because I couldn't find you when I need you the most. As far as I can remember, 'twas the third time that this happened. The next day, I found you all alone lying on the floor. I really got this guilt feeling because of having the thought replacing you right away.  I looked for you but fail to find you. I guess I didn't search enough. I just easily let you go.

Days after "you-being-lost," I never took you out of my sight.  I can't imagine just the thought of losing  you again.  But this day, I lost you. :'(

I left the room and when I came back you're not there where I left you and where I last saw you…

I just realized that I didn't lose you, you lost me.  You never left, I did. You've always been there, I just can't see.  We spent days and even nights together. Though we're not always literally together, we never grow apart. You have corrected my mistakes in ways I can't count.  You helped me sketch my life on paper into a better and brighter perspective. I am lost and I want to be found by you. My heart, as well as my pencil, grieves without you. But I want to let you know that you may be out of my sight but never out of my mind. For now, I have to live my reverie as an art of drawing without an eraser. </3