12 April 2012
And I'm happy that I'm moving on.
I'm trying my best, just like I said I would.
I try not to think about You too much.
But even this thought makes the tears mask my cheeks almost instantly.
We've had a couple of chats even met for a coffee or two.
But when we hug goodbye I can feel that I just want to melt into the groove in your form that I feel is mine. Then I miss You terribly & when I walk away I feel the hurt unfurl its tendrils & rub at my core.
Sometimes I fancy that You may answer some of my Questions that I've since yielded from that crushing, draining night in February.
We're close, I know that. And You are My Best Friend, though perhaps that part was unintentional. And I love You. But I miss You even more.
So, so much.
Twelve Weeks In • Opuss № I