I miss you. And I know you won't see this, even though you know about this account and you used to follow it. You unfollowed it to focus in recovering. And that's good. But I miss you. And you don't care. And I need you. And you're not there. And I just wish we were still on speaking terms.
How can I miss you when we haven’t even met.You, sir. My future. I know you. I feel you in my bones.My morning bones, aching full with sleep. I feel you.I know you. I know you in the way my hair fall across my face.In the way my lips meet that of my glass filled with fresh water.In the curve of my hips, I know you. You meet me, in thoughts and plans.I miss you. You sir, a part of a past life, a part of a future one.You meet me in the spaces of my mind, but not yet upon this gro