Tiny Strings

I wish you were here, I wish we were happy, I wish my actions hadn't shown you that I didn't care. Why didn't I treat you better...what is wrong with me. I'm sorry.

The Plan

I once told you my plan, my plan on how I would like my life to go, how long I wanted to date before marriage, what age I would like to be when I get married, how old I wanted to be when I had my first child, I told you all these things and your response was that I had a very unromantic way of looking at our relationship. Despite how unromantic my plan might have been, I wish you were still a part of it. I wish when I rolled over at night I could still reach my arm out and touch you, and have you pull me in close. Sometimes I long to hear your snoring in the night and miss waking up in the morning to laugh about the level of intensity your snores got to. I miss making you laugh so hard that you would through your head backwards and grab onto your stomach as you let out a chuckle. I am sad that I will never again be able to catch your glance from across the room, we will never have that special connection again. My plan will never be the same.