i miss you. i miss your voice. i miss your humor. i miss the way you made me feel.
i miss the way you got me, how you knew me without knowing me. seems like admitting defeat by writing this, like i'm a fallen soldier in a lost war. i wonder if i'll speak to you again, i wonder if it'll just be because you need the support that you've sought in me before. i think sometimes i shouldn't be there, that i should be deaf to your cries of woe. but i know i won't do that, after all; i promised you. te amo... |
