A 1000 plus days since you’ve been gone and I still haven’t run out of ways to say I love you. If I could still love you so much after all this time and distance just think what it would be like if you were actually still mine. Babe I promise you, you’re missing out. I built this home for you in my chest but now it seems to be a haunted house where your ghost comes to dance when the sun goes down and the bottle comes up. If you ever come back all the black cats and candles could stay because I know you like it that way.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just a big fucking loser, and you see me for what I really am. Is there a difference between hopeless romantic and pathetic. I don’t know anymore, all I know is that after meeting you nothing was ever the same. How could anyone be the one? There’s so many people in the world, with each passing smile and brief moment of eye contact you always wonder could that have been them. Even when you’re with someone you can’t help but let the doubt creep in, are you making the right choice? But when you called my name and I spun around to see you in person for the first time all that went away. You were always all I could see. And now that you’re gone my eyes have gone back to wandering, but not the sort from before. Now they just search for you. I have to settle for looking up at the moon, because it seems to be the best I can do to make me feel closer to you.
I just want to go away forever.