perksofbeingmel

I could fill hundreds of notebooks with words about you.

If I didn’t know any better I would tell everyone I meet who you are and how much I deeply  love you and miss you. 

And a better person would try to empathize with me. And they would tell me that they understand and then slur out, “I know how you feel.”

And then I would instantly regret saying anything at all. Just for the sake of saving my ears those lies. 

Because I know that not one person could ever know how it feels, or possibly understand just how fiercely I love you.