Is this how moving on feels like? Breaking apart and self-repair in process simultaneously? Missing what you've lost yet accepting it all?
In all seriousness and matters of sorrows, I do miss everything. Extremely, superlatively, to the greatest extent possible. I miss having someone who'd call me out of the blue, just to say "I just felt like hearing your voice. I miss you." I miss having someone who'd check up on me, being all interested about my day, doing my own activities. I miss having someone who'd wait for my bedtime, just to call and say "goodnight, I love you." I miss having someone who'd try to be the first to wake up, just to give me a good morning text. I miss having someone who'd look forward to meeting me during the weekends. Or even after work. I miss everything.
Our path crossed and yea, when you left, I learnt a lot. A lot of lessons. And I knew where I went wrong. But second chances are hard to come by. And I'm too scared to even try.
