Where to start? Its been a rough couple of days and I am barely breathing.I hate to be this way you know? I wrote somthing out a few days ago. I seemed to have lost that train of thought and moved on... somthing new, somthing different. Somthing to replace the thought of you, anything but thoughts of you. Its the way things work. I found my way into the bottle again. Half a bottle of wine already in.. and the nights still young. I dont know if its from work, or from the lack of you.I thought that when we first met, that first brilliant moment when somthing clicked, when that somthing slid into place. I remember that first minute, first moment of us meeting, first second, first hour.. Its the first of anything that I'll always remember. It will always be a first with me, some fleeting dream that I just cant wake up from.. I wish you read this.. I wish you would be able to understand. If I wrote you a thousand letters, a new one for each time I thought of you, would you understand then? There wont be anyone else, not like you. No matter how hard I try to replace what was. I wish I knew how to make it stop, I wish I knew how to make you go away like you made me go away. Its for your own good you say, You will be happier is what you said
How many months must go by before it stops feeling like yesterday..
