My thoughts are completely consumed with her.
I see her in everything.
I feel her with every step I take.
I truly believe she is the reason I didn’t die that day.
I kept breathing for her.
I get told daily to move on.
But I don’t want to move on.
You don’t just ‘move on’ when you love somebody.
I want to fucking marry the girl.
I want her to be the mother of my children.
I miss being truly happy.
I can be happy, but never complete.
Recently I made her laugh again, and it was beautiful.
I imagined her face on the other side of the phone, and my god it was beautiful.
Imagined her eyes; I swear her eyes could make any man fall for her.
She is perfection.
But now, if I’m not mistaken.
She is fulfilling someone else dreams.
Which pains me every second of the day.
But it’s ok, because it means she’s happy.
I would spend the rest of my life in sorrow, just so it meant that somewhere, she was smiling.
I love her with everything I have in me.
Apparently it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
I wouldnt really say I have a ‘career’ in modelling.
It’s just something I do from time to time.
My plans that I’ve had so far in life are now no longer an option. So now I’m just searching for my hustle.
Not really as such.
I suppose my role models ware anyone who is successful, and good at what they do.
Definitely proud of my exes work.
She always inspired me.
But other than that not really.