Missing all these make me feel I am missing out on life. I have to stop missing these because life is right in front of me happening. It is not going to wait.
I have to move on, regardless whether I will ever have all that I am missing. I trudge on, wandering listlessly hoping and dreaming.
I dream of being able to dream aloud with another. I dream of staring in the same direction and painting the same picture. I dream of long conversations in silence. I dream of a lifetime of love and laughter and adventure. Others are able to find it, I hope I can too. I want beyond what I miss. I want my dream.
I look around now and I wonder where do I go from here?
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