I had an epiphany
the other day whilst spacing out in class. It wasn't a very great epiphany. It didn't bring me great joy, but it didn't bring me much sadness. I can't exactly describe how I was feeling. I felt hurt, and broken, but a piece of me was slightly joyous. I had an epiphany the other day about something that has been hidden underneath every part of me. This idea, this thing, this person, used to be my whole world. I would've dropped anything just to see this thing, this object, this ... piece of matter, for five minutes. I miss this thing taking up space in the world. I miss those beautiful blue eyes, that gorgeous dark brown hair. I miss those soft hands that kept me warm all winter. I miss the butterflies I used to get in the pit of my stomach. I miss the late night talks until five in the morning. I miss the stupid fights we had. I miss seeing their beautiful face every day. I miss their voice, their touch, their overall existence. I miss their presence. I miss my best friend, my lover, my reason for living. I miss you. I miss all of you. you see, I had an epiphany the other day that
I'm still in love with you.