I miss her.
I don’t want to miss her. I don’t want to think about her. I don‘t want to talk about her. I just want the hole in my heart to be filled. I want something else — someone else, another love, another desire, anything positive — to fill empty place in my heart.
But there’s a steady drumbeat inside every part of me. It’s as regular as my own heartbeat. It’s a constant companion. No matter what I do, it reminds me.
I miss her.
She’s the sun beyond the horizon at sunset, casting a powerful and colorful glow on every part of my world — but completely out of my view, completely out of my reach. She’s as close as the warmth of sun on my skin, but as far away — and as mysterious and fleeting — as the changing colors of the reflected sunlight. She’s so near, but so far.
I miss her.

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone