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.