I wonder if I was meant for you.

I miss you. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I wake thinking of you. Thinking how we used to spend our time on the phone, talking about nothing. Sometimes I dream of getting back into the arms of my man, one that I feel so secured with. At times I tear because I've lost you. I love yous are all I hear. Just not anymore, was it mine, or was it yours. To see you hurt and down, yet never laid a drip of tear, shows how much of pain you're in. Encountering pain isn't easy. I wish I could help. I wish I went easier on you, but I was in pain. You, by far still a person whom I trust. At times, when im down and gloomy, the only person I could think of, is you. I know you'd be there to help me through. I miss you boy, I really do. Now, I stand alone in the picture. There's no us, only you.