I believe wholeheartedly that most good women simply want to be loved, appreciated, and respected. I am no different. There are truly times where I only want to know that someone misses me. This is one of those times. My heart aches to know if I am being missed... or was I just a past memory to be tucked away? I wonder if he feels the same empty feeling that I do... probably not. And if not, why? Am I not worth the emotion? I can only feel that I have been a good woman. I have given what I could, though I am flawed. There is beauty in my flaws, beauty that should be deemed worthy for missing. But I can't shake the feeling that this is one-sided... that life is undoubtedly going on in his world, while mine is at a sudden stand still. How did my feelings become so strong? I promised to keep them to myself and reserve the love I always gave to others for my self esteem in hopes that it would one day recover. But all I have received in return is another blow to my already battered & bruised ego. A blow that I only welcomed because of hopes for love, appreciation, and respect. Blows that led me no closer to believing that he misses me the way that I miss him. Blows that remind me everyday why I never wanted to open my heart again because with each passing night I feel less missed...