I am lost without you. Your toothbrush sits in the exact position that you last laid it there, the scale where you took it from the box, the pillow you laid your head on when I kissed you goodnight. I hurt and feel weak and though I know I am capable of sitting in the silence and being alone - I want you here again.
I hate that my thoughts and influences have forced me to where we are, yet I know it is necessary to reevaluate. I want things you are not ready for and I have waited far longer than I ever thought I could. This isn't about us, it's about you and I separately being the strong people we were meant to be.
I hope during this time I can remember who I am and that you can figure out if I fit into who you are today or if time was our inconvenience.
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I think what you need to do is Revolt.
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