Since you’ve been gone I have no one to empty my brain with. You know how put together I could look on the outside and on the inside be so hectic.
Is it because I feel that no one else genuinely cares? Or is it because I am afraid to genuinely care for anyone else? I don’t know.
These are the type of questions I’d ask you.
So instead here I am, pretending to be some kind of wordsmith.
Ps. You better be reading my blog in heaven! [punch emoji, punch emoji, winky face, kissy face, I’m so serious face here].
Everyone just assumes all is well. No more random texts. No more “Hey BM [insert cheery, or uplifting, or check yourself, or Phexy dog, or I love you just because note here]”.
No more random visits.
There’s no more of a lot of things. In fact, I haven’t hosted a single get together at my house. Why? Truth is, without you certain happy things sting.
You’d celebrate my every success, no matter how small. Console my every heartbreak. Cushion every downfall.
You’d listen to me swear I wouldn’t do something we both knew I was going to do at least 3 thousand times more. And on the three thousandth time you’d listen like I’d never told you the story before.
You’d give me sound advice when it came to matters of the heart. Force me to go out dancing when I felt like I was falling apart.
Oh how I need you right now poots.
I don’t want to sound selfish or ungrateful. I know that everything happens as it should. I knew how lucky I was to have a best friend like you. I’d just bring you back if I could.