I can take the rain of this empty house, that doesn’t bother me. I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out. I’m not afraid to cry once in awhile. Even though going on with you gone still upsets me. There are days every now and again I pretend I’m okay, but that’s not what gets me.
What hurts the most, was being so close… and having so much to say and watching you walk away, and never knowing what could have been, and not seeing that love in you is what I was trying to do…..
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go. It’s hard to force that smile when I see old friends and I’m alone. Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with regret. But I know if I could do it over I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken.
What hurts the most was being so close…..
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