I miss you

I am patient.

If you know me, you know how big bullshit that is.
Such, a hard thing to learn that even writing this the corrector suggested "impatient" as a correction.

By now, I hope you have caught that every piece of these start with an affirmation, this one is the one that I have in eternal replay on my mind and If you have dealt with me you know I'm the least patient person in the planet.

However, what I had learned within the past of this year is a quotation that I have imprinted in my mind and it's the motor that keeps me going and trying. As Jay Shetty said: "Be patient for the big things and impatient about the small things."

You might be wondering what does that have to be about the title, easy baby, I'm feeling nostalgic. I'm missing. And with the feeling that void you become impatient and anxious, you unsettle yourself and its the fact I fucked up my daily carbs intake and ate a piece of cake, literally.

This is me, writing down just to say that is okay that you miss the ones that are gone, the ones that used to be close, the ones that you cared for and if you are always like me; will never stop caring because those were people that knew you through and long.

This is me, telling you I miss you.
That my skin craves to hug you, but I cant.
This is me telling you that you were so fucking right, 
This is me telling you that you were such a sweet memory up until the end.

This is me accepting you are gone.
Thank you for the patience that I ran out.
This is me acknowledging a feeling I cant longer grab as I see fit.

I miss sharing, the oversharing, the impromptu hangouts, the laughs and your pouty mouth when you were getting mad.


I miss you.
That's okay,

And this is me letting it go.