"You didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to. So honey close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do. Don't you wanna give me time to write, another song for you?"

Loss is an awful thing to go through. Even though the person I lost hasn't died, it sure feels like who they were before everything happened did. I miss what we used to share. We've become somewhat civil, but nothing is the same. There's an obvious awkward and aggressive tension that will probably never be broken. It hurts. It makes me want to yell. I wish that feelings of indifference didn't creep up a little bit further every time I see their face. I wish I wanted to stop caring. I wish I had more control over the way I am.