By: Megan Finsel
You need me,
I know you do.
You need me more than I need you.
Someday, you’ll regret losing me.
Someday, you’ll realize how important I truly am.
It’ll be when you least expect it,
you’ll wake up and you’ll reach for me but your hands will find only air.
You’ll call for me, but I won’t say a word to you, not a sound.
You’ll do everything you can to get back to me; you’ll turn your life upside down.
You’ll be lost without me.
When you’re sitting in front of your T.V. at nights, you won’t know what to do with yourself.
Then you’ll make a desperate attempt to try to replace me,
but you’ll come to realize that you still need me.
All the while, I’ll be here,
between the couch cushions,
waiting for you to find me.
But you never will.
By the way,
You have seventy-two notifications,
fifteen missed calls,
and eighteen text messages.
Writing is my passion. It’s how I connect with the world, and how I share my thoughts, ideas, and feelings. If you want to truly know me more, you need to read my stories because I put a piece of my heart into each one.