~REGRET~

The thoughts of you are constant, I fear I can't live without them, they come to me as naturally as breathing does, and the image of you has no cure, it stays with me like a deadly disease, killing my confidence day by day. I know a part of me will never move on but it's not love or longing as it used to be. I miss you. Not as my love but as my friend, as the person who listened to my rambling, as the person that didn't joke at my failings but instead pushed me farther, I think everyday about the words I never got to say, and how things could have changed if I had. I'm sorry.