So am here
Not a hunting soul anymore . With each day that passes the image of you dies away. With every breath I suck on deep i forget you pressing who. With every thought of you I get stronger. With every text I have to reply to , I have the gat to respond more humanly…. less emotional ….less stingy.
My last thought last night was not of you …it was of a phenomenal Woman am supposed to be . Whose face you might not want to see now but you one night could barely set your eyes off. Whose body lay next to you sometimes but now you recall not .
My first thought today wasn’t of you either, it was of the my future …..a future I hold dearly (I never thought you would make it their either ).
But am still here writting about you, a You I don’t hate anymore, a You that bothers me not ,a You that am glad has nothing to with me.