I don’t understand the waves of my missing you. I have always been good at sucking my emotions dry like toothpicks. I’m talented at letting go when things become too vast to grasp between my thumb and index finger. I sometimes think I miss you so terribly because I hope for you so terribly.
Have you ever known me to splay open my inner self like this for anyone else.
I gave into every impulse I cheated myself out of in past lives I’ve nearly forgotten. Logic defies resilience; resilience is its own kind of beauty. You are the most honest emotion I have ever expressed with my mind. The other parts of me have little to do with it, they just follow the part.