Sitting here alone,
In the very early morn.
Wondering why I won't give up.
Give up on something that was so great,
So comfortable,
So real.
To leave it alone and begin to grieve,
To get over it and move on.
Why can't I just stop thinking,
Thinking off all those perfect moments.
When he would hold me,
When he would caress me,
When he kissed away my tears.
Why can't I forget the way I felt,
When he looked at me,
When he held me,
When he was frank with me.
Why is it when I think of him not here,
I instantly feel alone?
Feel unwanted?
Feel unloved?
I need to stop,
And move on from these feelings.
I must not feel alone.
I must not feel unwanted.
I must not feel unloved.
I must move on, I must.
But, it's so hard because...
He came so close to being the one I loved.
