...

dated 14.11.07

Today I put on that black top...

Havent wore it since those days.

It somehow kept your scent with it

Have no idea why,

maybe its just my silly imagination playing tricks on me once again.

Just know it was enough to make me wonder..

Wonder why 'perfection' lead to deception

And a major one.

I miss that 'perfection', that whole idea of completeness

that I felt because of you.

But something else came to me

I realized its not about you..it never was.

I dont miss you. I dont want you back

But I do miss the sense my being made

Just by having someone like you around.
The reason one had to wake up everyday,

and always expect something different.

It was never about you, nor who you were,

It was about the presence,

it was about the key piece of the puzzle you somehow got to represent

That I never had in my life before...

It was about having someone to smile to and for,

Someone present in all those moments no one else was capable of being

Its about really connecting
and really knowing what ones about.

Almost hurting like hell some days now thats gone,

when you come to realize...

you just might never find something quite like that.

Maybe as good or even better...but never quite like that.