that its different now, the way you miss me isn't the same as the way you missed him. How you treat me isn't the same way that you treated him. The passion we share and the moments I hold you, its different.
But I can't imagine how.
How could someone not love you like I do? I can't even fathom how you couldn't share this quite moments, where we stare into each others eyes with another. Is it just us? Are we just so lucky that no one else can ever do this for us.
I never just stare...unless its at you
I never just kiss...I do it with meaning, with you
I never just hold you...I feel your heart beating
I never fight with you...we talk in sharp tones and apologize for our stupidity, mostly mine, but I never hate you the way that others have to me.
I'm always afraid to lose you, lose this, lose us, in the tumble of confusion and frustration that is my life.
Did he ever read it...?
Did he ever care...?
Did he ever take a moment sit down and just
stare...
at the words that you wrote
listen to...
the songs that you sing
or touch...
your soft skin and get lost in your eyes, play the songs that remind him of you, and just brush your hair back and say...
"I will always be here."
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