Pride used to stop me from so many things.
Should I text you first?
Maybe I shouldn't.
Am I suppose to miss you?
But it doesn't feel as if you miss me.
Do I send you an I love you?
You haven't sent me one though.
I'll always want to prove to you that things stay the same even when you're not around,
that your presence doesn't make much of a difference to me.
But then that's not true.
When the train moves, I fall
Because there isn't anyone to hold me steady.
When I think of something funny, I don't laugh.
Because there isn't anyone to laugh with.
When I'm having a bad day, I don't smile
Because you aren't there to make me.
Pride doesn't matter when it comes to you.
I'll always text you first simply because I want to talk to you.
I'll always miss you, more than you'll know. Even if you're gone for 5 minutes.
Because that's 5 minutes less of time with you.
And I'll always send you an I love you.
Because I just do.
With all my heart, I do.
