Hey I miss you
No not you what I thought we had.
The fantasies I created in my head about us until they became like memories. That’s the power of the pen I guess.
If it were left to my pen it would me and you against the world and nothing less.
But now I’ve learned I should think better. I deserve better. You’re not good enough because you’re not ready to be.
So back to the first line of this letter I don’t miss you. I miss me the part of me that thought I deserved the simplest things in life like you and me in a boat on a hot summer afternoon. Were in the middle of the ocean but were content.
Hey I miss you,
H
I once too loved a man. He lived in my head but then moved out, I think he’s dead.
Fantasies do become memories 😢
You know exactly how the shoes fit