Just sitting here outside, under the sun, thinking of you.. passing the time in between classes. Memories of you come alive as if you were here sitting, watching, & waiting with me. I do not miss you alone, but I miss you, me, and what we are when we're together. My heart gently calls your name through the distance. This is the kind of hurt a heart should be thankful to feel. It awakens the soul, gives it hope, & captivates beauty in all things. We should only be lucky to have someone to miss and to realize the depth of their worth in our life.
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Raw. Unedited. Unfiltered. I'm sure the entry is riddled with grammatical errors. I'm also sure grammar was the least of my concerns when I wrote this.
I found this piece, among others, in an old Finance spiral notebook. Perhaps I did take on Jalene's advice.. years ago. Albeit, this was a different time and a different person. It was so secret that.. I completely forgot about it. So secret that I don't know where I've written the rest of the entries. I KNOW for a fact, there is a lot more. I handwrote these entries, though I vaguely remember writing them. Oh well, I love surprises :) I'll find them one day.
This was part of my brilliant idea entitled, "120 days of missing you."
The funny thing is... after I read this entry, I had no idea who I wrote this for until I read the other entries ;) Oh, I crack myself up. I would normally keep these kinds of things to myself, but I figure enough time has passed since I've written this. Such a corny, daydreaming sap I am.
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