Those small things that could make you happier than what you currently are. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t just be content with what I had? Some would say I had it all, but I still felt like something was vacant from my life. Needing to be free was a desire that I couldn’t ignore. The feeling like there was something missing from my existence, chewed at my brain constantly. What was I supposed to do? I finally felt it was time to escape, to reinvent the person I had undoubtedly become. Not that he could make me feel complete, but he always knew what lied within the depths of my pale blue eyes. I tried every day to push the thoughts of him aside, but they always crept in. It was like a winter chill slowly making its way through a cracked window. It consumed me, and broke me down until I was stripped bare. Convincing myself that it was just a fantasy just wasn’t cutting it; I tried and failed time after time. No matter what I always felt empty, like the sun never rose or set without him in my life.
