Hm. How should I put this without making it worse?
I can't. I feel empty.
This is the hard part. The moments in between other moments. The crying yourself to sleep, but it never feeling like you can cry enough to drain out the sadness within you. The sound of someone else's laughter. The sound of your own. Fake, but there and forced. The immediate wish to share something with you; an experience, a thought, a movie, a song, a touch.
I'm so fucking scared of that moment. That moment when you forget me, when I forget you. When we're no longer apart of each other's lives in every way possible. You see, I miss you. And it's only been 5 hours since you said goodbye. But it feels like eons and eons.
My hands are cold as ice. I wish my head would freeze over too.
Goodnight Apollo,
Love Daphne
I can't. I feel empty.
This is the hard part. The moments in between other moments. The crying yourself to sleep, but it never feeling like you can cry enough to drain out the sadness within you. The sound of someone else's laughter. The sound of your own. Fake, but there and forced. The immediate wish to share something with you; an experience, a thought, a movie, a song, a touch.
I'm so fucking scared of that moment. That moment when you forget me, when I forget you. When we're no longer apart of each other's lives in every way possible. You see, I miss you. And it's only been 5 hours since you said goodbye. But it feels like eons and eons.
My hands are cold as ice. I wish my head would freeze over too.
Goodnight Apollo,
Love Daphne
