Some nights I look at your page hoping that you’d write. Even when I know you won’t write a single word about me. I guess, at least I’d know you are there. That you feel something more than emptiness.
Some nights I don’t look at my page or your page or anything. I don’t care enough to wonder who thinks about me. I don’t care who’s where. I just know I am here, alone. And that I feel nothing, and sometimes it’s better than feeling anything.
One response to “#greatdivideinmyheart”
I am reading. I know, probably not helpful but I always appreciate reading your very heart felt words.
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