I miss being loved...
Miss holding hands
Walking with a love
Miss being with a person.
Being wrapped up in his eyes.
It’s just the absence of love.
Feeling close to someone....
Being able to share your darkest secrets and not hiding away.
Miss having someone to laugh with until you are in stitches.
Miss having someone to trust. Having someone to adore.
I already know what I once had will never be and....
That okay as theres "me" "I" and "myself"....technically were happy....
As always Compumatrix is my place to be
