There's an emptiness in my soul that I'm trying to resist. I'm missing you but I don't want you to know. I feel a slow death creeping slowly...I'm resisting that too. I don't even know what I feel for you. I don't think it's love. Love would be more complete. But I'm living my life completely without you. Am I just filling my time? Am I just pretending I don't care? Or do I want to live a story that doesn't even exist? What's that hold you have on me? Why can't I let go when everything is telling me I should. But I'm not even holding on. The farther you go, the more I want to bring you back. The farther I go, the harder you try to bring me back. Is it a game? Are we that sick and demented? Or are we that vulnerable?
What is love? It's an emotion I don't think I possess anymore - maybe I never even possessed. It's all an illusion....a fantasy. There's passion, there's desire, there's need....but there is no love. The pure, innocent, love you more than life type of love.....I don't believe in it anymore. We can all live without love - we can all get over our stories. After all, they're just stories...weaved from our imagination, derived from our weaknesses, fed by our needs. But they're only stories - not real.... not true.
But I'm still missing you........
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