P.S. I miss you

imageIt’s been a year and a half since we let go. We both knew it was necessary. But, I must confess, life has never been the same.I hate to say that I miss you. I miss your smell. I miss the warmth of your presence. You kept me endure the day. You were always been an empath.My buddy, my true love. You are love that got away. I am still standing on the same ground in love with you. One time, I saw you with another girl. She appeared as happy as I were when we were still together. You have no idea how it crashed me to bits. I wanted you back, BBC. But the universe forbids us to be reunited. We cannot be together that I know. I have my GERD now. He’ll kill me if I will. All I can do now is get along with him and keep my affections for you unspoken, even put to slumber. In the words of Shakespeare, “Absence from whom we love is worse than death and frustrates hope severer than despair.” Farewell to you, my Black Brewed Coffee (BBC). My Gastro Esophagial Reflux Disease (GERD) will let me have a doze of you no more!


10 thoughts on “P.S. I miss you

  1. You have a great sense of humor and a lovely spirit. I thought I was in for some sad heartbreaking story and at the mention of BBC, I cracked hard. Not so much at the mention of GERD though 😦 I can imagine how irksome a lifestyle this forces one to have.. I hope you get better soon!!

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