You weren’t there.
I wanted so much to tell you that she got asked to prom by her date that wasn’t a date. But you weren’t there.
I wanted to tell you about the concert that we went to. But you weren’t there.
I wanted to tell you about the terrible day that I had. But you weren’t there.
I wanted to hold you. But you weren’t there.
I wanted to sob in your arms. But you weren’t there.
I hate this so much. I hate that you are irreplaceable. I hate that I don’t understand. I hate that you wouldn’t let me in. I hate that I can’t stop loving you. I hate that I want to talk to you all the time, but you aren’t here.
