vociferous raconteur

Anonymous asked: I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to live my life, wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do. I'm sorry I just can't help myself, I fell in love with you .

I’m not supposed to be holding on when everyone says let go.
I shouldn’t want to pull into your driveway every time I’m on the road.
I’m not supposed to ask mutual friends about how you are or what you’re up to.
I’m not supposed to blame myself, but blaming you is really hard, too.

I know it’s not your fault, but I just wish every day
That there was something I could do to make that feeling go away. 
I’m not supposed to say this, but I don’t want to pretend:
I’m sorry that I miss you; you were my best friend.