Saturday, January 31, 2009

I miss being who I am.

I miss laughing.

I miss being able to relate to the world around me without the filter of grief.

I miss being able to laugh without having to cry.

I miss simple enjoyment of the world around me.

I miss listening to music.

Most of all, and I think this is the most important part, I miss seeing me through M's eyes. I miss living up to his opinion of me. I miss turning and catching him looking at me. I miss knowing that no matter what, I am loved and that I will always be special to someone.

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