“He didn’t lose me. He just ignored me.”
Missing someone dear to you. She writes it with fervent passion.
As promising and sweet as my love life was, it ended before it could even reach its climax! The hardest part of losing him was it was not the first. I have lost him over a thousand times before.
I would lose him each day he did not call. When I woke up in the early morn and reach out for my phone hoping to see a message or a missed call from him yet there wasn’t any, I would miss him.
Before I laid myself to sleep at night, I would look at my phone hoping he’d call because he was the only one I wanted to talk to about the crappiest stuff of my day. There was none.
When I dined out with my loud cheerful family, I missed him. The gayest friends I have made merriments but I still missed him. I terribly missed him because they are not him.
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