It has been 2 years, 11 months, and
7 days and the thought of you still plagues my heart with regret.
Do you think about me at all ?
I think about you every day.
Do you ever wonder if you will see me again ?
I miss you enough for a thousand lifetimes.
We went wrong in a lot of areas and your last words to me, your final goodbye, still resonates in the back of my mind.
I was a flower starting to bloom and you went and ripped me right out of the ground.
You severed my roots and as my petals started to fall; you watched me wither.
Since you left, I have this fear that I will end up spending the rest of my life searching for a place to lay down my roots, my heart, only for it to be too late.
This fear tells me that I was not enough to keep you around no matter how much I loved you; no matter how much I bled for you, no matter how many times I tore myself apart just so you could be happy.