The sad truth

The sad truth is that I chat to (her) only in hope that she should mention something about you. 'How your day is going, if you're at work or not, if u miss me and yearn for me'. How pathetic she must feel, Imagine being so utterly insignificant that one only messages you to find out about someone else. To pretend to care is to fuel one's self gain. I can hear you now saying how important (she) might be because in reality she's the only real communication we have to each other which makes her some what of high importance. The truth is, I miss you, I've always missed you. "Even when I'm with you, I miss you". You snuck into this somewhat heart of mine and somehow a part of me is now missing, the part you hold. I no I said no communication, I just didn't think every inch of it would eat me alive in just a few weeks and though we see each other in my dreams with the excitement and anticipation of seeing you there is unfortunately beginning to fade, for when I wake my dreams are nothing but dreams and these hands long for those kisses from your lips. Until we meet again