Tag: Love

Not Love, But I Wish it Was

I don’t wake up missing you, just what life used to be. I wake up missing the way a bed feels with someone else in it. I wake up missing the warmth of two bodies lazily pressed together in the early hours of the morning. I wake up missing the sound of someone breathing softly ...

Pathetic Memories

The irony of revisiting a piece like this isn’t lost on me. A little under a year ago, I thought it was pathetic to allow thoughts of you to inspire so many words, and yet here I am, writing about you again. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve changed my mind. Not about how ...