I don't know about love. Or any of the things that are meant to come with passion. Or relationships.
I just know I miss you.
Sometimes it's bad. Most days, I make it through with a few pangs.
Some nights end in questions. Un-answered, of course.
You chose your path. Made your choice. Aside try to change your mind, all I could do was look on helplessly. As you broke us. Or what I thought was "us." Lately, I think...well. Never mind.
I went off the tangent, again. What I meant to say was;
I don't know about love. Or bonds. Or depth. I don't know if we ever had more that. More than the momentary-here-and-now.
But I know I miss you.
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