I miss her kind eyes, the picnics at the park, the drive-in movies, the dinner dates at restaurants which she paid for… When Jadzia left me, it destroyed me; left me a mere shell of a man.
I miss her more than someone with a new gluten allergy misses pizza. I miss her more than Cleveland misses LeBron. I miss her more than Bryan Singer misses pool parties.
I just miss her.
She was such an important part of my life. My family loved her. More than me, even. Mainly because she had a job and didn’t live with her parents and a bunch of other crap I’m tired of hearing about. The three and a half weeks we were together just flew by. When Jadzia left me four years and three months ago because I “wouldn’t shower,” “made too many rape jokes” and had to miss her grandmother’s funeral because I had scheduled a Call of Duty game the day before, I lied broken in a pile of my own misery and Diet Mountain Dew cans.
Even though she refuses to admit that it’s her fault for making me cheat on her every time I got high and opened the dating apps I secretly keep on my phone, I’ll always remember her voice, her nipples, and her feet pics.
Please. I need all the support I can get so that I’ll be able to reunite with my love. Help me see her again. Annually.
