Somedays, I miss you more than the others.
They say that you miss the memories more than the people themselves, and I could never really agree to this statement, yet could never put into words what I really felt against that statement. Now however, I realise; you couldn't miss the memories if you don't miss the people that created those memories with you. You miss the people and then you reminisce, and you start to miss the memories too. But really, you miss the people the most.
Reminiscent;
"And I felt comfort.
He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since."
"And I felt comfort.
He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since."
Even when I'm sober, I must admit, just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it.
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