They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?"
The World at Large, Modest Mouse
When nostalgia hits you, memories of love, life, pain, tears, laughter rush at you the way water does when a dam is released.
I watched Trainspotting at midnight yesterday, thinking of you all the time. When did we start to drift apart? When did you stop talking to me and when did you begin to think that its best for me if you walk away?
You don't realise that for once, I'm thinking with my heart and not my mind. You don't realise that I'm perfectly happy lying on the couch with you watching TV. You don't realise that sleeping beside you in bed with your arms curved around my waist and my naked back against your chest brings me to a plateau I've never experienced before.
I miss you. I miss your green eyes, I miss the way you smile, I miss the way my hand feels in yours, I miss your smell, I miss the way your lips feel on mine.
You say you want time but don't take too long because its only been 48 hours and I miss you already.
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