Dear Diary,
I’ve decided to write everyday I miss you. Instead or texting, calling, stalking... I am going to write about the pain I feel.
I wake up everyday with a hole were you were. You left a mark on me. I truly don’t think I will ever be able to love anyone like I loved you.
I wake up next to another man... but the love I feel for him is different than how I felt with you. With you my candle burnt so bright I felt whole. With him there is a sense of safety.... but we lack the passion, the conversation, the connection.
I miss dancing in the kitchen. I miss how well you knew me, and loved me...