I know that one day it will be alright. That I'll be better. But damn it, I don't want to be alright without her. I don't want to be better without her.
It'll happen after I haven't thought about her in for a while. I'll realize I haven't thought about her. That I've been okay. And I'll probably cry one last time. But I'll know I'm going to be okay after that.
I just can't imagine not thinking about her. I've got a year and eight months of memories of us together running through my head.
I see blue eyes, I think of her. I smell the perfume she wore, and I think of her. I lay in my bed, and I remember her sleeping next to me. I cook, and I remember us cooking together and how much she loved it.
I want her, and I need her. I just wish things could have been different. I wish being with me had made her as happy as being with her made me.