There are some days and nights when I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over you. This seems a little dramatic, no?
You can’t make this $%^&, up, right? The months that have passed leave me with more questions than answers and resolutions.
This can’t be the end.
If it is, this is the biggest (maybe second biggest) punk’d moment God has ever pulled off, in my life.
Tonight, I am drowning. Last night, I longed to talk to you. Tonight is no different. I pray for the ability to let go.
“Hang on, hang on.” I hear in my head when I’m standing on the edge and about to say, “NO MORE. I can’t wait any longer, pray any longer. I can’t wait for you anymore.”
And then, I can’t let go.
I miss you. I may, always.
You can’t make this up.