These are the moments that teach you the most valuable lesson if you are open enough to take it.
You'll think it over next time a similar situation comes ahead, you'll do everything not to have the same outcome.
I miss you. I miss all of you. Some more than others. It's quite normal.
One far more than the rest and it's quite painful.
My drawer is filled with gifts that I buy for dead relationships. It's like I haven't lost you to life, but to the course of death. In my head it is less painful. I create an illusion.
There's an autographed setlist of a band you like in the drawer. There's a necklace that I wanted to give you at christmas. There's a sketch of the guitar I was making from scratch for you. There's the all band pass with your lucky number on it, to the concert you went with 8000 other people and all I kept searching for in the crowd was you.
I never found you. I guess the illusion is getting real. Too real.