I rely on the sky, ocean, islands and air to keep me company. (Yeah, TC counts but he’s a fucking cat). It’s not enough though I still try to fill the gaps by appreciating what’s here. But I woulda traded the weather and the pacific for the chance to have that connection I felt be mutual. Some things just aren’t meant to be. I feel like I’ve run outta chances. Happenstance airport conversations that start a spark? Not likely.
I know what you’d say, some “their loss” kinda thing. And you’d mean it but it doesn’t take the sting and the ache away.
I try to buy into all that “the people who leave us are ‘here’ in the energy” and sometimes it sorta works but not right now. It’s crap. Your gone and I just fucking miss you.