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I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
Are you still here?
I can't find you.
I thought I lost you somewhere among the twists
And the turns
And the dead ends.
But you were never really there at all.
So I'll burn all my bridges and leave this all behind.
I'll erase every smile and take back every sigh.
I won't stop until I can breathe you in again.
This is it.
This is what being helpless feels like.
And I don't like it one bit.
Without YouAs I sit here all alone
An emptiness inside
I wish that you were here with me
To tell me not to cry
To wipe the tear drops from my cheek
And to whisper in my ear
To tell me that you love me
And that there's nothing left to fear
But you are gone, will you come back?
This is something I need to know.
So I can hold up my head high
And continue with this show
You hold everything together.
Even though you don't think it's true.
But without you here it falls apart,
And I don't know what to do.
I pretend that I am strong
As I go from day to day
But this emptiness is crushing me
As my world starts to decay
So please just come back now
And tell me not cry
I can't live my life without you
I know because I've tried.
I Miss You
The closest I get is in my dreams,
so I am eager for the day's end.
Nothing's worth anything unless you are here.
So I hurry and say goodnight.
This isn't as desperate as it seems.
While on memory I do depend;
I know I can live without you near.
But I'll hurry and say goodnight.
They tell me it's time for me to move on,
but what does that even mean?
I refuse to forget the love that we shared,
so I hurry and say goodnight.
It may not be right, but who are they to tell me it's wrong?
Maybe I don't know what I need.
But this distance between us just isn't fair.
My every day is your eternal night.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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