I wish I didn't
& couldn't, miss you.
I was naive into thinking I was not good enough for you or for anyone.
I wish I had the chance to walk away like you did, I wish I had the motivation to drop everything like it meant nothing.
The chance to say "you're not what I need in my life right now" The chance to say that I didn't love you anymore. The chance to say "don't stay"
Being missed, I thought was a feeling in a moment that would pass. Unfortunately, that moment turns into a feeling of loss and despair.
Being in a place where you will always feel lost and unworthy, it takes a toll on you. I wish I could hate you and keep a grudge upon you, but my depression and anxiety and everything in between just won't let me.
The thing I am able to do now, is miss what we had from a distance, and even then I wish I couldn't.
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