I've grown accustomed to your absence at this point, but you never leave my thoughts, not completely; you're always in the back of my mind at the least.
I've come into acceptance of me ever seeing you again are slim, and the ache from that new fact of my reality fluctuates back and forth: sometimes it's a dull, barely detectable soreness.
But other times, like tonight, I'm completely consumed by the fact that I miss you so much that there is no possible way to even come close to describing the extent to which I feel like I've lost a vital limb that I need to live. I don't know where you are, I don't know what you're doing or if you're okay or if you're happy....all I know is I wish you were here.
At the very least, I wish for your happiness and triumph over whatever life has thrown at you, as I have every confidence that there really isn't anything life can throw at you that you would let beat you. I know you, and you don't give up fighting, ever.
So at the very least: wherever you are, whatever you're doing, whoever you're with: I hope you are okay, and I hope you are happy and I hope that you are safe. I want nothing but the best for you.
Goodnight
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