Proud

Sometimes I wish you could tell me how proud you are of me. Does that seem selfish? Or is it just that I respected what you thought of me so much that it meant the world for you to say those simple words. I'm proud of you. 

It's hard to lose one of the few people in life who you feel truly understands you. Does that seem narcissistic? Why can't it be that maybe you felt that way about me too. I love you. 

I often wonder if there will ever be a truly happy moment in life. Am I being too cynical? Or does it just feel like life will be forever bittersweet. I miss you.