I really do miss you. When you were around, before you became "not new", the hours just seemed to blend into days and weeks.
I waited for you. Daily. Saw you not often, and enjoyed the experiances.
But know, as the new becomes used, the excitment is fading. The insecurities are stepping in. Why was I not good enough?
And with each why it becomes a what if, and each what if takes me further away.
I tried everything to be what you wanted. Unclingy. Unattatched. And some moments hurt so bad. And still do.
But i did what it was was necessary to be your sometimes.
Why could t i be yoyr all the tine? What was wrong with me?