Tonight is the first night in many nights that I feel myself disappearing.
The first night in many nights when I want to.
I don’t know if I miss you. I don’t know what I miss. Or what I had.
But some days, I sit here after work sipping on this drink and I miss every adventure, every laugh, every kiss, every drink, every song, the date nights, the moments… And then I blink. And just like that…
I don’t know if I miss you. I don’t know what I miss.
I drew a line in the sand to protect myself from you.
I only wish to one day pick you and in return stop choosing fear.
We’ve grown apart.