Life goes on without you.
And so it does without me.
But every now and then.
It’s the small things that get to me the most.
You’re not there to share with.
The good.
The bad.
The ordinary.
And who do I share it with.
I need someone that will understand.
I miss your laugh and your silly ways.
I miss how you made me feel normal in my craziness.
I miss our long chats.
I miss being there for you.
I’m so scared that you’ll hide away.
I’m so scared you’ll do something stupid.
You said you’ll still be there for me.
I do doubt that.
But please know I’ll keep my promises.
Even if you don’t intend to keep yours.