Right now, at this moment, I am so glad that you are out of my life.

I miss you so fucking much.
I look for ways to contact you. But I don't do it. I don't. I think about it, but I don't do it. I don't.
I want to feel you again.

Gonna ride the bus right past your house. I daydream about seeing you. Luckily chances are slim to nil.

Got up just to google your face.

I miss sharing your bed. I miss holding your body against mine. I miss your radiant warmth. I miss your sigh. I miss you. I miss loving you.

I bought a peanut butter clif builder's bar because it reminded me of you.

I feel at peace again. This is why I came here. This is for what I've been striving.