Pictures, memories flushing through my mind.
Tonight is one of those nights. Where I cry. And then cry harder.
That picture where I am folded into the shape of your body. Like we are just pieces of a puzzle.
And then I cry harder. Looking into those eyes.
The ones that were so determined to protect even just my fragile hands.
I miss that.
When did missing you become so painful?
Maybe because missing you is weakness.
And because weakness is painful.
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