She was moving on, I was moving backwards. I had to deal with the fact that she wasn't going to be there when I wake up in the morning sleeping next to me, holding me with tenderness. A part of me will never understand how things function in reality.I wanted dreams, and I had nightmares.
I will always be loving you this much, and you will never now how much that is. I will always be carrying you with me, even though you won't be carrying me. I will always be wanting to see you, kiss you between coffees and cigarettes.. under blankets and pillows.. and that's the deal.
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