I miss everything.
I miss your touch, I miss your hands, I miss touching your face. I miss our dinners, going for movies, going for car rides. I miss how close we used to be. And now we are like strangers.
It’s amazing how you just walked off like everything didn’t mean anything to you. Maybe it didn’t, that’s why you could just walk off and live your life like normal.
I cared too much.
I’d like to say that it was your decision alone to keep this distance, but I think we both know it was for the best. I’d like to say that I’m glad you are well, but as we both know I have absolutely no idea how you are.
You can’t be forgotten because forgetting you would be like forgetting myself — impossible. But then again, maybe you are right. Maybe we are better off as far apart as possible. We know we aren’t right for each other. We know it would never work.
I didn’t expect it to be this painful. So much unwillingness.
Why did it have to come to this extend?