tree tops

Vancouver WA

Description

I miss you...I miss you daily and who we used to be. And when I'm not pining away for you while you're up in those tree tops,I hurt. I struggle to make sense of why you treat me like I've been treated. It feels like a never ending heart attack and it's hard to breathe or even function. I reminisce about the days when we would secretly meet at the park n ride,how we spent the night in your truck bed parked at Hogwarts that summer night. All the trips to the coast with you when you were working there,and we even slept in your truck bed on the shore one night too. I felt so protected,so safe,like I finally found who I'd been searching my whole life for. Our connection is missed,therefore you have become my missed connection. And nothing will ever be right,or correct in my life again without you in it. No one will ever measure up,if ever I seek to replace you. Everytime I hear a chainsaw I do and will always immediately think about you The smell of a freshly cut tree is like poison to my mood,as it's just one more sensory reminder of you. I know I'll never know the love you once felt for me,ever again,from you or anyone else. I'm scared to try to go on without you... I'm crushed at how easily you did so without me. I miss you....I miss you daily and who we used to be... Be safe...take care....and have a great life...