Thursday, Friday – very tough days – the addiction is making its urgent wants known, felt, most painfully, at every turn.
Missing that most special person, most achingly, too, missing the good days, when carefree really was, and justification was not needed. Just need some time to heal, just a little more time, but it’s all for nought if at the end of it, I have screwed up that friendship beyond repair. Insecurity makes me doubt myself at every turn, in the past I could assuage that by phoning, hearing their voice – but silence rings out now, unanswered, and unlike Oneiro’s tragic heroine, the silence will never be my friend.
Where are you? I miss you.
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