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.
I should have let you go when I had the chance.
I should have seen this was too good to be true.
I should’ve known that I’d find the truth between your lies.
As much as I wanted to believe you meant it, I knew.
As much as I said I wouldn’t let you do it all over again, you tried.
As much as you say you love me, if my silence doesn’t make your heart ache, it was never meant to love me in the first place.