It's crazy how close you can get to another person. You feel as though they are a part of you. You feel as if you can't go to sleep at night without knowing that they are alright. You feel as though you can't live your life without them, they are your life. And it's crazy how things can change in the blink of an eye. Suddenly they're gone. Suddenly you're all alone with no-one but yourself to comfort you from this heartbreak. Suddenly the person you shared everything with disappears, leaving nothing but the trace of him behind. The chat logs, the emails, the phone-calls, the text messages. Suddenly you're incomplete, and the piece of you that is missing is with him, with him who walked away and never looked back.


Sometimes you just feel empty, lonely, insignificant. And it doesn't matter what you do, no it doesn't matter how many laps you run, how many classes you skip, how much alcohol you drink, how many cigarette you smoke or how many pairs of shoes you buy - you still feel like crap. Sometimes I just feel like taking off, selling everything I own and running away to somewhere so distant; running away to the unknown. But if I did, I just want to know, would you take my hand and run with me?


We still speak, but the conversations are shorter. I speak hesitantly, in fear that something will slip out like “I miss you” or “I miss this,” and I will immediately regret the words I have spoken. Because if I say these things I will realize I’m still not over you after all this time, and my heart will once again be thrown out and about every time I see you. Every time I see you with her. I don’t want to have to go through that pain again, so I make like I’m over it. I cover it up and live my life as though I am happy when the truth is, I’m not because you’re not there anymore, standing next to me holding my hand and telling me everything will be okay as long as we stick together.