I miss the simple things-
Laying on envious grass, ignoring the itch of the days priorities and the stains you didn't want to wash out. The sun in his eyes-in his hair-in his laugh-in his hands
-in your mouths- together.
Rolling, resting, talking, spending meaningful hours, in a meaningless sway; sprawled out in the shade, we spoke silently through our lashes. A tilted chin, a forehead kiss healed all the things you used to say on accident--the things you didn't used to mean.
Car rides to the same places- the same faces- the same words- the only ones we used to need. The tickling hands that held me until I laughed so hard I cried. You don't do that anymore, but they still fall.
I miss that.
I miss this.
I miss the days
when you
missed them
too.
Author notes
It hurts--
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912 points, ended December 21, 2008, 5 entries
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wow. i think i just teared up . ... emotional ... and lately my emotions have played dead ... thanks for bringing something out ...
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"titled chin" <==did you mean 'tilted'?
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yea! ill fix it asap. thanks
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Gorgeous
I have to comment this one, because I've been reading your writings lately. I love the emotion you put into them. If I didn't know better,I'd think you were my ex. Your's and her's writing styles are very similar. Keep writing. I'd like to keep reading.
-Luc
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Wow. I didn't even realize I was relating to this now until I just read this.
Some relatioships just can't be replicated. Some chemistry just can't be recreated. So do we settle for second best?
-Siobhan
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I miss that.
I miss this.
I miss the days
when you missed them too.
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