This is fact not fiction for the first time in years…
I’m miserable. Terribly. I miss your texts and your surprise visits. I miss our long talks sitting out in your car, with the butt warmers on. My sweaters and scarves still smell like you. I miss just being silly, and laughing for hours.
I constantly question whether I made the right decision or not. Do I miss you just because I don’t want to be alone, or because I still have feelings for you?
I don’t know, I just hate feeling like i’ve been hollowed out.
