9 Months and Counting

It has been 9 months since you told me. And about 7 since I last spoke to you. Things are supposed to get easier with time they say and they have – definitely. But lately I’ve been missing you. Not in a “love of my life kind of way”. But in a “you were my best friend” kind of way. Not being able to share what my latest favourite song is. Not being able to share how I feel about the death of the FBI’s most wanted. And it’s the littlest thing that trigger me off. Seeing the same car that you drive.
The fact that I am at such a different stage in my life than to that of my nearest and dearest friends.

I know I shouldn’t be feeling like this. But I can’t talk to anyone about it. None of them will understand. And it saddens me. Because despite the smile I put on to the outside world, inside I’m crumbling.

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8 thoughts on “9 Months and Counting

  1. "The fact that I am at such a different stage in my life than to that of my nearest and dearest friends." – I am so with you, PR and CF on this one …Hugs, Scrumps. You may not be able to talk to anyone about what you are feeling but you can certainly write about it – know that lots of people are with you .. hope things will get better soon ..

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