"I miss you. It's amazing how innumerable billable hours, microwaveable meals and the delightful view of the tar paper roof of the hotel does not really distract me from you."
How I long for you to hold me in your arms and tell me that everything is ok, that the truths you told were lies. I miss your hands, your face, voice, eyes. I know your soul is trying to get out to be the man you want to be, but I don't know how to help you be that person, hence me always saying that I don't make you a better person. I see it, your soul, I know how great you could be, if only...
So much time I took for granted. The new clothes I did not show you, the dishes I bought us that are packed, the temporary nose studs, the wood magic box, makeup, so many things I thought I would have time to show you when we moved in together. So many things I wanted to do with you, see with you, experience with you. Time...who knew six years would not be enough. It was supposed to be forever and always.
I can live without you, but I wish I didn't have to.
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