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Lonely

Being with you is almost like being in a room full of people but having no one to speak to
The problem is, the moment I get up to leave the room, someone says hello, sit down, don't go. 

It's that feeling you get when you're excited to watch a movie but you find out that the visual is unavailable, it's all audio. 

It's that moment in a movie where two people are about to kiss then someone walks in and they've lost their perfect chance. 

Being with you is like going to the beach but not being able to go in the water. 

It's like the idea that I own a corvette but I can never drive it nor will I ever see it. 

Being with you means calling someone and never getting a phone call back.

It means loving someone and hoping they feel the same. 

Being with you means learning to be alone. 

Learning to find solace in emptiness.

Being with you is learning to be without you. 

9/4/17 Laura Shedrick 

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