missing someone isn't about how long it's been since you last talked, or the amount of time since you last saw them. missing someone is about that very moment when you're doing something and you wish they were right there with you.. but the funny thing? i don't miss you.
i miss the person you were, and the person you helped me become.
and something even sadder? your friends miss you too.
"yea, him. he was a really decent guy"
maybe it's not you that i, we, miss. maybe it's the person you made us believe you were.
and there are things that play on my mind all the time;
what if you really didn't love her.. you just didn't want to be alone.. or maybe she was just too good for your ego. or maybe she made you feel better about your life. but you didn't love her, because you don't destroy people you love.
and i wonder, when you looked into my eyes that day, and saw my heart shatter, did your heart break too? even just a little bit?
and the minute you think about giving up, think about the reason you held on for so long.
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