Forest
School.
It sucks even more now.
You were never here before, but now it feels like there's something missing.
Now it feels like you're missing.
You are.
Well, I don't know if you are.
Are you missing?
Missing me?
Because I am missing you.
I miss you.
I've seen you 15 hours and 26 minutes ago, but I miss you.
I miss you very much.
I've never missed you this much before.
There were moments where I hadn't seen you in days and I didn't miss you this much.
That's weird.
Do you think it's weird?
I hope you think it's weird.
Too weird.
I hope you think it's too weird to handle.
Because then, you'd understand me.
Finally.
After all this time, you'd understand me.
If you haven't understood me after all this time, maybe it's good you're not here.
Maybe I shouldn't miss you.
Maybe I shouldn't want you to miss me.
But I do.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryLove is a complicated matter. It hits you at the most random moments. These are some of my encounters with said subject. Every chapter contains my thoughts and feelings on a different person. To keep them anonymous, I gave each of them a nickname...
