Rainy days, October and I suddenly transported back to a year ago. Broke up with him in June but even now, I still miss him. I keep saying to myself, as long as I just miss him, and do not take action for what I feel, I can safely continue living in my bubble of comfort. The feeling itself is not good but I won’t go and take action. He’s married, I miss him and I am still sane.
Maybe, it’s not him I’m missing so much. Maybe, it’s not his touch that I yearned so much
Maybe, it’s not his presence and thought that make me feel good
Maybe, it’s never about him.
I cannot direct this emotion to another person completely as I was completely in love with him. He was someone that never mine in the first place and the way he treat me, were the kind of treatment that no man has ever given to me. He did not degrade himself, he never let me feel worthless. He was perfect but he was never mine.

//ghost