stuck in real life

18. Reblogging my life away.

imabeastitswhatever:

I miss you everyday,
But everyday the need to communicate with you, the longing to want to text you and express my feelings for you, lessens .
I look forward to the day it’s gone completely.

I don’t miss you but I remember you.
Occasionally, your name rolls off the tip of my tongue. Occasionally, it leaves my mouth through my parted lips and everyone seems to be having a hard time understanding why it does.

I am still allowed to pronounce your name because we held hands for too long. We walked upon sidewalks together and now I walk them alone. I kissed you at every corner and at every stoplight. We sat across from each other at tables in small coffee shops. In fact, I don’t think there is one single coffee shop that we didn’t visit together. You tore daffodils from the ground beneath your feet and you placed them between the knots in my hair.

So I am still allowed to pronounce your name because I loved you enough. I know I did. I let you write your name on the insides of my wrist. I let you leave your fingerprints and most of all, your footsteps.

I am allowed to remember you.
But that has never meant, I miss you.

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