August 30, 2006

Missing him

Sometimes I can still smell him and I miss him... I can feel the way he kissed my neck and I miss him... I can see how he still loves adventure and I miss him... sometimes we laugh, and I miss him. I miss the way he held me as we slept together, the way he would hold my hand, the smile on his face when we shared our little secrets... and I miss him.

Then I remember how much he hurt me, and I don't... but I do.

I miss this man I used to love.

Posted by anonymous at August 30, 2006 2:42 PM
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Mr. Smart Guy Says...

Yes, I would miss that too! Learn from what you miss, and evolve from what you learn.
The tears you shed will lessen your anger but nourish your strength.

Posted by: at August 30, 2006 4:40 PM

nice (above) especially the last part

Posted by: at August 30, 2006 8:13 PM

*hugs* I'm sure he's sorry that he hurt you, and that he misses you too.

C'est la vie, n'es pas?

Posted by: at August 31, 2006 4:41 AM

Did you say you miss him?

Posted by: at September 2, 2006 5:22 PM

Oui. C'est la guerre.
Although I think the saying really should be C'est une guerre.
At least that is what it feels like most of the time that the sentiment behind the statement should be.

Posted by: at September 3, 2006 7:39 AM

What sort of war is it?

;-)

Posted by: at September 3, 2006 9:32 AM

dictionary says: tug of war
Which I suppose is not that dis-similar!

Posted by: at September 3, 2006 10:18 AM
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