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Sometimes I imagine what life would be like, if you’d said that three-lettered word when I asked you out. Maybe it’s pointless, but sometimes it’s what gets me through the night. Life’s okay without you I suppose, I’m doing well at school, have lots of friends and I usually enjoy everyday. But there’s always a part of me that’s missing...and yet, it’s always there too. It’s always there, bugging me, reminding me of that heart-rendering night...hurting me, bringing me to tears.
I experienced the other side of the part too though, as you well remember. When you asked me out, that part of me was always there to light up my day, to get me through the tough times and to bring me the happiest days of my life.
As you’ve probably guessed, you are that part.
Imagining again...would it be the same as before? Before our relationship broke down? People say they get most pleasure out of sex, but those who do are ignorant. The pleasure I experienced with you and the people around you meant so much more. Those fantastic days, where every second was a joy to behold. Those wonderful nights, where we would talk into the early hours of the morning, sometimes with your wonderful family around too. They liked me too, I’m sure they wish that you’d says yes too, so why don’t you?
Back. Back in the pointless realm of darkness that is life without you. What is the point of me even breathing, if you aren’t here? If I’ve already experienced the best days of my life, what’s the point of carrying on?
Maybe your love created a fog. A fog, which left me blind to the outside world, and blind to the troubles I was experiencing. Some people say I was running away from the horrible, sinful World that we live in...and that may be true. But in my view, that’s nothing to be particularly ashamed of. Life is there to enjoy, surely not just to get through?
But without your soft touch on my skin, your breath on my face, your mere presence...that’s what it feels like. The plan for everyday is just to get through it, not to cherish it. Maybe if you’d said yes, it would all be different.
I see people- friends, celebrities and many others, going through hundreds of different girlfriends, and even wives. Sometimes I feel jealous, but then I think...out of the few people I have been out with, you were special. I never got bored of you...I wouldn’t have left you alone, never! So in a way, maybe I’ve been lucky. Maybe I’m one of the rare ones to have experienced true love.
But if you don’t love me, surely it’s not true love? So maybe I’m not so fortunate.
All these thoughts, these feelings- they confuse me. Which is why I try not to think, but to imagine. It helps for a while, but when I wake up it leaves a painful scar, and once that’s almost disappeared I imagine again...and that leaves another scar. So you see, it never leaves me...this part of me that’s supposedly missing...well in fact, it’s always there. And when you’re not with me, that’s the worst bit about it.
The alarm goes off. Another day has begun...another 24 hours to get through. And until the sun disappears, the part will become invisible. Deceive me into thinking it’s gone...but when that dark blanket covers the sky once again, it forces its way back, and I imagine once again.
I experienced the other side of the part too though, as you well remember. When you asked me out, that part of me was always there to light up my day, to get me through the tough times and to bring me the happiest days of my life.
As you’ve probably guessed, you are that part.
Imagining again...would it be the same as before? Before our relationship broke down? People say they get most pleasure out of sex, but those who do are ignorant. The pleasure I experienced with you and the people around you meant so much more. Those fantastic days, where every second was a joy to behold. Those wonderful nights, where we would talk into the early hours of the morning, sometimes with your wonderful family around too. They liked me too, I’m sure they wish that you’d says yes too, so why don’t you?
Back. Back in the pointless realm of darkness that is life without you. What is the point of me even breathing, if you aren’t here? If I’ve already experienced the best days of my life, what’s the point of carrying on?
Maybe your love created a fog. A fog, which left me blind to the outside world, and blind to the troubles I was experiencing. Some people say I was running away from the horrible, sinful World that we live in...and that may be true. But in my view, that’s nothing to be particularly ashamed of. Life is there to enjoy, surely not just to get through?
But without your soft touch on my skin, your breath on my face, your mere presence...that’s what it feels like. The plan for everyday is just to get through it, not to cherish it. Maybe if you’d said yes, it would all be different.
I see people- friends, celebrities and many others, going through hundreds of different girlfriends, and even wives. Sometimes I feel jealous, but then I think...out of the few people I have been out with, you were special. I never got bored of you...I wouldn’t have left you alone, never! So in a way, maybe I’ve been lucky. Maybe I’m one of the rare ones to have experienced true love.
But if you don’t love me, surely it’s not true love? So maybe I’m not so fortunate.
All these thoughts, these feelings- they confuse me. Which is why I try not to think, but to imagine. It helps for a while, but when I wake up it leaves a painful scar, and once that’s almost disappeared I imagine again...and that leaves another scar. So you see, it never leaves me...this part of me that’s supposedly missing...well in fact, it’s always there. And when you’re not with me, that’s the worst bit about it.
The alarm goes off. Another day has begun...another 24 hours to get through. And until the sun disappears, the part will become invisible. Deceive me into thinking it’s gone...but when that dark blanket covers the sky once again, it forces its way back, and I imagine once again.
That was good.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> reminds me too much of how i felt back when I was 19...
Oh great, so I've got 5 more years left of this. :D
> reminds me too much of how i felt back when I was 19...
Oh great, so I've got 5 more years left of this. :D
reminds me too much of how i felt back when I was 19...
well written, I can relate to it.
well written, I can relate to it.
Very cool Ant.
This has been pushed down by some very...interesting topics. {:)
Sometimes I imagine what life would be like, if you’d said that three-lettered word when I asked you out. Maybe it’s pointless, but sometimes it’s what gets me through the night. Life’s okay without you I suppose, I’m doing well at school, have lots of friends and I usually enjoy everyday. But there’s always a part of me that’s missing...and yet, it’s always there too. It’s always there, bugging me, reminding me of that heart-rendering night...hurting me, bringing me to tears.
I experienced the other side of the part too though, as you well remember. When you asked me out, that part of me was always there to light up my day, to get me through the tough times and to bring me the happiest days of my life.
As you’ve probably guessed, you are that part.
Imagining again...would it be the same as before? Before our relationship broke down? People say they get most pleasure out of sex, but those who do are ignorant. The pleasure I experienced with you and the people around you meant so much more. Those fantastic days, where every second was a joy to behold. Those wonderful nights, where we would talk into the early hours of the morning, sometimes with your wonderful family around too. They liked me too, I’m sure they wish that you’d says yes too, so why don’t you?
Back. Back in the pointless realm of darkness that is life without you. What is the point of me even breathing, if you aren’t here? If I’ve already experienced the best days of my life, what’s the point of carrying on?
Maybe your love created a fog. A fog, which left me blind to the outside world, and blind to the troubles I was experiencing. Some people say I was running away from the horrible, sinful World that we live in...and that may be true. But in my view, that’s nothing to be particularly ashamed of. Life is there to enjoy, surely not just to get through?
But without your soft touch on my skin, your breath on my face, your mere presence...that’s what it feels like. The plan for everyday is just to get through it, not to cherish it. Maybe if you’d said yes, it would all be different.
I see people- friends, celebrities and many others, going through hundreds of different girlfriends, and even wives. Sometimes I feel jealous, but then I think...out of the few people I have been out with, you were special. I never got bored of you...I wouldn’t have left you alone, never! So in a way, maybe I’ve been lucky. Maybe I’m one of the rare ones to have experienced true love.
But if you don’t love me, surely it’s not true love? So maybe I’m not so fortunate.
All these thoughts, these feelings- they confuse me. Which is why I try not to think, but to imagine. It helps for a while, but when I wake up it leaves a painful scar, and once that’s almost disappeared I imagine again...and that leaves another scar. So you see, it never leaves me...this part of me that’s supposedly missing...well in fact, it’s always there. And when you’re not with me, that’s the worst bit about it.
The alarm goes off. Another day has begun...another 24 hours to get through. And until the sun disappears, the part will become invisible. Deceive me into thinking it’s gone...but when that dark blanket covers the sky once again, it forces its way back, and I imagine once again.
I experienced the other side of the part too though, as you well remember. When you asked me out, that part of me was always there to light up my day, to get me through the tough times and to bring me the happiest days of my life.
As you’ve probably guessed, you are that part.
Imagining again...would it be the same as before? Before our relationship broke down? People say they get most pleasure out of sex, but those who do are ignorant. The pleasure I experienced with you and the people around you meant so much more. Those fantastic days, where every second was a joy to behold. Those wonderful nights, where we would talk into the early hours of the morning, sometimes with your wonderful family around too. They liked me too, I’m sure they wish that you’d says yes too, so why don’t you?
Back. Back in the pointless realm of darkness that is life without you. What is the point of me even breathing, if you aren’t here? If I’ve already experienced the best days of my life, what’s the point of carrying on?
Maybe your love created a fog. A fog, which left me blind to the outside world, and blind to the troubles I was experiencing. Some people say I was running away from the horrible, sinful World that we live in...and that may be true. But in my view, that’s nothing to be particularly ashamed of. Life is there to enjoy, surely not just to get through?
But without your soft touch on my skin, your breath on my face, your mere presence...that’s what it feels like. The plan for everyday is just to get through it, not to cherish it. Maybe if you’d said yes, it would all be different.
I see people- friends, celebrities and many others, going through hundreds of different girlfriends, and even wives. Sometimes I feel jealous, but then I think...out of the few people I have been out with, you were special. I never got bored of you...I wouldn’t have left you alone, never! So in a way, maybe I’ve been lucky. Maybe I’m one of the rare ones to have experienced true love.
But if you don’t love me, surely it’s not true love? So maybe I’m not so fortunate.
All these thoughts, these feelings- they confuse me. Which is why I try not to think, but to imagine. It helps for a while, but when I wake up it leaves a painful scar, and once that’s almost disappeared I imagine again...and that leaves another scar. So you see, it never leaves me...this part of me that’s supposedly missing...well in fact, it’s always there. And when you’re not with me, that’s the worst bit about it.
The alarm goes off. Another day has begun...another 24 hours to get through. And until the sun disappears, the part will become invisible. Deceive me into thinking it’s gone...but when that dark blanket covers the sky once again, it forces its way back, and I imagine once again.