Saturday, 14 November 2009

The New Way . .

Thomas.

I don't miss you. I just miss that fact that I used to miss you. I wish I still missed you. Because then I could cling onto the fact that once, I loved you. You meant so much to me, and now you can't mean anything, because to you, I'm just some girl you once knew. You were never just something, because right from the word go, you were everything. Something would be new. Something would mean we could be friends. I loved you from the start, and you loved me, because we began it all with everything. And because you were everything, I wish you were still something. Not everything, just something. But I don't love you anymore. I don't miss you.

That means you're nothing.

But, I promised for the F word, and that promise still stands. I'm not saying I'm yours for always, I'm saying that for always, I'm here.

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