Missing you...

Lately, you and I haven’t been talking… (Is it Over Now, Nina)

As with all recovery process there will be good days and there will bad days. This is one of the bad days. I don’t know if it’s just that time of the month but I find myself getting lonelier and lonelier each day. I miss you. No matter how much I pretend that I don’t, I really do.

I miss the times that we never had… (Almost, Tamia)

Well, maybe it’s more of I miss our friendship, if you could call it that. I miss our conversations, no matter how silly the topic is. I miss how you would ask me “balita” when you see me online in facebook, even if we just went our separate ways a couple of hours back. I miss making fun of you and how I could just be myself when i'm with you. The companionship, the laughter, even the silence. I even miss how you nag me when I stay up really late. Sometimes I wish I could turn go back to that time when I haven’t fallen for you yet, back when everything was just fine.

There’s a difference between dreaming and pretending… (Goodbye Alice in Wonderland, Jewel)

But, I must keep my resolve. I must keep that space between us so I could get over you or whatever this is that I feel for you. I must do this for myself because it has already hurt too much and I could only take so much. In time, maybe I could go back to being your friend, but for now, I’ll just keep on missing you until it all goes away.

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead… (Someone Like You, Adele)