Writing Prompt 156

                                    

                                          
     I think of you when I'm sick. Not the normal type of sick. Just the one I deal with everyday. I miss the way you held me and laughed at me, the way your eyes met mine when you smiled. As if I made you happy, as if I was your world. 
                          
     I speak about you as if you were dead, and you aren't, but sometimes it feels that way. We no longer talk, or even say hello if we pass each other on the street. . . isn't it amazing? How I was your whole world and now I'm not even a part of it at all. I know you don't miss me, and I don't even always miss you. 
                          
     It's more that I miss the feeling of being someone's everything, because I'm not yours. I miss the sense of someone wanting me to be theirs. 
                          
     Now I'm stuck. I'm in this place where I want to be someone's world but I keep pushing people away. I just wish I could have that same feeling of connection, like we used to have. But I think I'm too far gone for that now. I can't feel that anymore. That tie is broken. 
                          
     And the sad thing is I don't think I can ever feel it again