Disclaimer: I don't own Miss Parker and Jarod
We were so very young when we met. We were best friends. Once. It was a very long time ago. I knew in the back of my mind he would had left eventually. All I needed was just a moment to have told him what he meant to me, then maybe he'd still be around. Those annoying late night calls, his taunts, all his silly riddles of his whereabouts suddenly stopped. I waited. No calls. I could sense him around me at times. But, no more. He was gone. My Jarod was gone. Disappeared, without a trace. Where is he? Somewhere? Anywhere? Nowhere.
I am just merely existing in this life of mine. I never knew how it felt to have my heart broken into several pieces until now. Afterall, I never knew I had a heart. And if I listen carefully, I can hear it breaking.
There's not a day I don't think of him. I so wanted for us to have grown old and gray together. But, he never knew how I felt. I wanted to hold him in my arms and say I'm sorry. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to be by his side when he went to bed each night. I wanted him snuggled up to me each morning when I awaken. I wanted a lot of things for us. I wanted his love. I wanted his children. I wanted "until death do us part".
I want, I want, I want. Why do I dwell on things? It will never happen.
I don't know where to turn. I buried my feelings deeply inside my soul. Would he had stayed if he knew how very much I loved him? Where is he now? Am I in his thoughts at this very moment? Or am I just a memory tucked away, forgotten. I feel emptiness. He was a pretender. My pretender.
I've cried a million tears over him. And I'll cry a million more.
The End