sometimes I lay in bed and I think about you. and I think and I think and I think until eventually I think… do you think about me?

do you lay in your bed and stare at the creases I’ve made? see something that reminds you of me before shaking the memories off like dust? or hear a similar laugh, causing your heart to skip a beat before looking for me? do you ever just miss me?

I miss you. laughter filling the air, smoke blowing, and the twinkle in your eye.

I know Im not making any sense right now, but that a how it feels when I think about you. It comes in flashes.

laughter and love and hate and misunderstanding slowly fading into a quiet argument and walking away. it all happened so fast. we were supposed to be there for each other forever. I wish I was able to take of the foggy glasses in my memory.

sometimes its so hard missing you when I remember that we don’t love each other anymore. or maybe we do, but from a sheltered up distance, both missing and hating each other at the same time.

I think of you everyday. there’s so much more I wish I could say to you, but the topic is leaving my mind, and Id hate to linger on the unpleasant things.