Why Aren’t You Here

It hurts. It hurts exchanging empty glances with you from a distance. Empty on the outside but oh so full on the inside. You know I still think about you every day? I’m starting to notice little changes in your appearance. With every picture you post. You’re slowly changing, maturing, into something, someone, even more beautiful then I could’ve ever imagined. And it brings me to this question. How could I ever love you more than I already do? Yet I still amaze myself with my ability to fall even more in love with you as the days pass by. And I wonder if you’ll ever love me back. Pictures of you stumble across my mind resembling my drunken self at a party. Desperately searching room to room trying to find you. I feel an ache in my chest, tears pour down my cheeks, my knees go weak as I come to a sudden realization that you’re not there. There’s a beat in my heart and I remember you are with me. In my heart. In my mind. And I wonder if that’s all you’ll ever be. A distant memory of someone I will love forever.


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Why do we always pick the ones that hurt us the most

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Heaven Shining. Photos & Gif By David Hanjani

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Heaven Shining. Photos & Gif By David Hanjani

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