Day By Day, Life Goes On

I wouldn’t say I was obsessed.

To be obsessed you have to actually know where someone is.

You have to engage in stalking.

Worshiping.

Obsessing.

I just loved him with every fiber of my being.

Maybe I was pushing into obsession.

But aren’t you supposed to be obsessed with the one you love.

Guess I will never know if he returned the feelings or not.

Maybe it would be better if I was stalking him.

Then I would at least know if he was okay.

If he was still alive.

Now I am left wondering.

And waiting.

Every single day.