Free, but longing.
I almost said "I miss you" today. I don't miss you per se, but I miss being "useful". We are fine today, just not in eachother's bed whispering lies and comforts while we cower behind cuddles and forbidden kisses. I miss that. It was all I had. You're so happy now and I'm glad. I just wish to God that I had the same...or someone who actually cared about me.
I miss the old times. I do. But I am free because of this. Because of him, I'm free from you. I forgot the pain that we've both inflicted, invisible wounds covered with tasks and drugs and therapy to stop the drugs. I love you still and I hate it.
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