When I say , "I miss you"

When I say, "I Miss You"

August 27, 2018

When I say you I miss you, the words are empty. Sure that may sound heartless to most but to me the emptiness speaks of something that USED to be there.

When I say I miss you, I miss the person you used to be, I miss the long talks, the laughs and the dumb things we'd do.

When I say I miss you, I am grieving a loss, not a physical one but an emotion, and mental one. because the person I once loved so deeply has changed, I have lost you, I am abandoned.

So when I say, I miss you. I am holding back, holding back from exploding with words of rage over how things have changed. How the bad outweighs the good to you and the person I once knew is gone.

So when I say, I miss you be thankful that I am saying it at all. That the one shred of hope that I have left for you is hanging on because we walk a thin line together now, one that may tear us apart forever.

When I say I miss you now, I am holding my breathe, because breathing out would unleash words that would change me forever.

When I say, I miss you. I really mean, Why have you done this, and Who are you now?

*Note*

Always keep your loved ones close because you may never know when something, or someone will take them away from you. It is unknown when, but when it happens it is cruel and bittersweet.

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