Carefree

Been having a lot on my mind lately. From simple stuff to complex. Been feeling a lot of different ways. I miss the way things used to be. When we were careless and carefree. When life was simpler than it seemed. Now, it’s all dark and gloomy. Ever since you left.



Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got everything I want. But I still have that darkness inside of me, an empty hole where a former part of me used to thrive. It’s weird, how months later you think about it but I’m glad it doesn’t hurt like it used to. Used to hurt a lot to think about you, even though we never spent much time together.

But. I guess that is the way life is. Isn’t it? Rough and tumble, scratches and scrapes along the way. Scars, we call them. Scars of dreams long passed and fading memories. Tragic, really. It is.

It’s amazing how our brains work. One day, out of the blue, I’ll see something that reminds me of you. Whether it be the sunset or the raindrops on my windshield and I’ll stop to think - to cherish the time we spent together even though it weren’t but a few short months.

I hope you think of me too. Even if you don’t it’s fine. I understand. No one really thinks of me once I’m gone from their lives. I leave no footprint on people, no lasting impression. Sad but true.

Oh, how I miss you. I miss your voice, your laugh - how beautiful and effortless it always was. I miss your arms around me when I needed a hug, when I was having a bad time. I miss your eyes, how they twinkled and shined back at me. I miss our talks and our drives. How we drove around without a care in the world, just to be together. How I miss you holding me in your bed, closely, like you were afraid I’d leave. I miss you. How we held hands every chance we could and always stole kisses when we had the chance to. How I miss how you understood me, effortlessly. Instinctively.