He's gone, he's been gone for months now… I miss him. I mean- how could you not miss someone who played such a monumental role in your life?
I miss the gentle head kisses that used to comfort me when I was upset, the playful neck kisses that you gave me to make me laugh and even the ear kisses that used to annoy the hell out of me. but most of all I miss the kisses you gave me every time you told me you loved me. You would stare at me with your warm brown eyes and whisper in my ear "your Everything to me" and press your lips to mine, a fiery mixture of tenderness and passion; love.
I had found myself in him, became the woman I always wanted to be through him and now he's gone and I- I just don't know who I am any more. I'd do anything to get him back, anything to feel him again. I loved him...I still love him but in the end It didn't matter, it didn't save him.
Now I'm stuck here cursed to love a man who won't - who can't ever love me back,