Yes, it has been said gazillion time before, you can never lose what you don’t have, but why does it still feel that you lost her, and the second time around even? Why do you keep on missing her day in day out without fail? Why does it feel like every waking hour is filled with wishful thinking of things turning out differently?
“You won’t lose what you don’t have”
You keep telling that yourself that but what good does it do? NONE. You still yearn to be part of her world where you’re nothing but an outsider now. You cheer for her inside the bubble that you made yourself because you’re afraid, you’re too afraid of your own reality. Your reality is not what you hoped it to be, but you’re stuck with it anyway, sucks to be you.
“You won’t lose what you don’t have”
How can you possibly lose her? How can you possibly lose her when all you did was to be wishful that she’s with you? She was never yours, but you’ve always been hers. How can you possibly lose her when all you did was to say your prayers each day for her to find joy, because that only joy you can find is the joy of her being part of your life; or atleast the illusion of it.
You won’t lose her. She was never yours.
Blots 