Sometimes I miss you
Sometimes I miss you so much that it makes my breath catch and my pining heart beat faster.
Sometimes I miss the sound of your voice so much, that I can still hear it.
Sometimes I miss the touch of your hand in mine, that I can still feel it.
Sometimes I miss the sight of your face, but then I open my eyes.
Your absence makes me see the real you, more than your presence ever did.
You blinded me, made it so I couldn’t see.
Sometimes I miss the lies I believed.
Sometimes I miss the fake comfort I had in the illusion you created.
Sometimes I miss what you only pretended to give me
Love
My heart still feels bruised
Because…
Sometimes I just miss you.
JD Stockholm. 
❤ Thank you for putting into words what a lot of us feel.
Missing the things and people that hurt us, because we loved them beyond logic. A love rooted so deeply within our hearts, that it cannot be fought. Because it is a part of us.
Yes, thank you, James, for sharing how too many of us feel.
~ Hugs ~
Missing the things and people that hurt us, because we loved them beyond logic. A love rooted so deeply within our hearts, that it cannot be fought. Because it is a part of us… it just is.
Yes, thank you, James, for sharing how too many of us feel. ~ ღ ~
~ Hugs ~
Evidently heartfelt. Deeply heartbreaking. So apparently illogical, yet inexorably understandable…
I’m sorry, James. For everything this means and implies…