Missing you

I know its silly of me to miss you so. Even if you still lived here you wouldn’t be dating me. But I do miss you. Having you in my life added purpose and meaning.

I still drive by the bank, but don’t bother to look.

I think about texting you “good morning” or “goodnight” but feel I am intruding or interrupting.

I look at Facebook to see if you are having fun and getting on with life. I wonder if I overstep when I like something you post. Is it too much?

I work until exhaustion hoping to just sleep, but sleep doesn’t come easily. I lay there and wonder how you are.

Just foolish me.

Author: Him

A story of love lost. Just a guy in love with a woman that doesn't want a relationship with him. She moved away and married someone else. I have shared this blog with her, and she knows the truth. I tried. I waited for a while. But, none of it worked. She is married to someone else now, but still drops into my life now and again. I am trying to move on. But, she was my one true love that inspired me to be a better person. If any of this story has meaning to you, please let me know. Thank you.