I don’t even know you…
Do I?
I mean, I remember pieces of you.
I remember your smell, and the way your home felt.
I remember your laugh and the way you held your glass of wine, and the way you looked when you were having a good time.
And I remember you liked to have a good time.
I think that’s what I loved about you so much….
You showed me what it was like to have fun.
To be in love.
To feel loved.
But, sometimes I wonder if maybe I made you up?
Or maybe what I remember of you is only like 1% of you, and maybe the rest of you wasn’t what I thought.
The sides of you I didn’t see.
The sides I didn’t get to know because you weren’t around much…
Cuz you guys always had be down south, didn’t ya?
Which always made me wonder…
What was so good about down south?
And I aspired to find out!
And I did.
I went to your favorite place, and I’ll be honest I didn’t see why it was so great.
So I don’t think it was worth always leaving me…
If you know what I mean.
But maybe you just had different priorities then.
Maybe you didn’t love the way I thought you did.
Maybe you were just the kind of person that just did your own thing…
And maybe that’s why she’s the way she is, and I’m the way I am.
Maybe we all needed you, and you didn’t want to be needed, so you left us in constant state of disappointment.
And I confess…
I’ve been in that state of being since you left.
But I digress.
I just wanted to say, I miss you like crazy, and sometimes I wonder why?
