Sixteen

I miss the way my cat used to greet me at the door.
and the way it always felt like an endless summer almost every day in L.A.
I miss the down to earth mentality that I feel from people back east,
and I miss the brutal truth they are so good at making me realize when I need to hear it the most.

I miss the times when I felt like nothing could go wrong in my life,
and how I looked foward to the nights that I never wanted to end.
I miss the drunk texts she used to send me after the sun set,
and I miss the smile in her eyes that only I could bear witness to.

I miss the times leading up to how I got here again,
and how the thrill of not knowing what was going to happen was like a drug itself.
I miss when living in the moment was an after thought,
and I miss the moment when I realized that it was all falling into place.

I miss the slow, sultry seduction that comes with  discovering something new,
and I miss the grin on my face when I finally got what I wanted.

But as far as the struggles I’ve been through the last two weeks, I ain’t missing you at all.
Yet I miss the last sixteen words I’m about to write,
cause now I know it’s time to say good night.

13 thoughts on “Sixteen

  1. Christian I feel your pain, joys and sadness. I’m sorry about your cat first and foremost. I miss my Raianne more moments than I can count. I’m not a believer of “it is what it is” I actually hate that statement. Life is life and sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s not. I love reading your posts in what you share. It’s what I value from a person who’s human with real feelings to share because people don’t do that much any more. Thank you for being you. 💙

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    1. Wow, thank you Marabelle. That is one of the nicest things I could wake up and read today. Sometimes I feel like I share a little too much, but that’s what happens when Ive kind of been a basket case until recently. Thank you again for stopping by.

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