Friday, September 9, 2011
It's you I miss.
I know there are hundreds & thousands of people who feel like this at times, especially those who are involved in the service somehow. I know this subject has been touched and hit with the hammer numerous times, so why am I even writing about this? Well. I just can't shake this feeling.. like there is a hole in my chest, and I can just barely breathe. I feel sick to my stomach, and have to force myself to eat sometimes. Sleep comes with difficulty.. mostly consisting of lying in bed, thinking of what it once felt like for him to be there. He'd be cracking jokes, doing silly things, he'd climb in bed next to me & no matter how fit and strong and muscular... it always feels so soft & gentle in his arms. My face would be bare with no makeup, my hair a haystack.. and he'd still look me in my eye, and tell me with sincere honesty how truly beautiful I am. Why do we take things for granted so much? I always considered myself a pretty appreciative and grateful person... yet still, I take things and people for granted. I miss him so much, it makes my whole body ache. ♥