"Calling out, 'Somebody save me, I feel like I'm fading away' I'm fading..."
I spent the entire morning in bed listening to Sara Bareilles, and it reminded me so much of you. I don't even think you like Sara Bareilles that much, but anymore, anything and everything triggers a memory of you. A place we went together, a time we spent together, words we spoke to each other. I spent a weekend over the summer in a cabin in winter park. I should remember spending time with my family and the beautiful scenery, but all I remember is listening to Sara Bareilles on my ipod and texting you the whole weekend.
I miss when talking to you was commonplace.
I miss waking up to you telling me good morning and falling asleep to you telling me goodnight.
"How far do I have to go to get to you? Many the miles. Many the miles."
This whole "missing" thing isn't going to change. You told me that first. You're there. I'm here. So no, I'm not stopping missing you. I'm just finding better ways to miss you. I'm not forgetting you, I'm just doing my best here without you. ("I'm fading away")
"There's too many things I haven't done yet
There's too many sunsets I haven't seen"
Monday, November 30, 2009
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