No Longer

I miss soft kisses. I miss skin on skin contact. I miss lying my head on someone's chest. I miss hushed conversations. I miss hand holding. I miss waking up next to another.

I miss having someone.

And I no longer miss you.

Wistful

I know I’m not ready to be in another relationship, or even date, yet. But sometimes, I feel so lonely and envious of people who have a constant in their lives. And I sit, wistfully wishing and thinking about love and romance. But then I get reminded of my past relationship and clam up all over again, afraid of emotional intimacy. Afraid of getting hurt.

When I Think Of Love

My heart hurts a little.

Irony, Fucking Irony