A heart aches

I feel my fingers scroll down my dial list to find you. And even though I feel like calling your number, I know it isn’t of any use. How I wish I called you all those times that I contemplated it. How I wished I typed out that stupid text suggestion. Deep down I wished…

Lost you when I loved you most

Some days, I miss you. Enough to curl in a corner and cry myself to sleep. In other days, I’m not sure. I stay in a loop thinking of you and talking about you. Perhaps, this is my mind finding comfort for my guilt. Between the thoughts of you and validating how to feel. Some…

Moving On

Moving on…or lack of