tell the story until it becomes true.
the people i miss most are people that have never really been a part of my life. maybe that’s why i miss them so much. if i had ever given it a chance, maybe i wouldn’t have to miss them right now.
now, the story became true the minute you turned away and i felt, knew, that you wouldn’t be coming back. (but neither was i.)
it doesn’t make me happier. it doesn’t make life easier. on the contrary, it’s coming back in threefold as we speak. it’s chasing me harder than i have been able to run thus far. it makes life more unreal. as if i were dreaming and could wake up any moment, back to where i belong.
it’s true though, isn’t it? you don’t need me, i don’t need you. and saying i miss you is merely putting up a new façade. when in reality i’m just missing myself.
