or even just to check in and ask how you are doing, over there, and I could, I mean I really could just text you, I mean it is pretty easy, just type in some words press send and usually the internet connection works,
and I think you would maybe even appreciate it if I did, it would be a small act of kindness to show you I still care, to say lets be friends no hard feelings over here.
and there are no hard feelings over here, I respect you and your way of living, your honesty, your dreams and ambitions, I respect your right to be you right now whatever that means,
but I have this huge hole inside of me since we decided to let go, and I know we did it for reasons, and that it is best for us, I know. and mostly I am making my way, but I still have these moments of absolute fucking missing you everyday.
I wish I could text you to show you I still care, because I do. But you can’t do that just text the person you truly believed would grow old with you,
the person of your late night anxiety attack calls, the person who saw you at your worst and still loved you, until they didn’t.
you can’t because it hurts too much that they stopped loving you but it is not their fault, and you don’t want to blame them with no reason. You want to give them and yourself time to let go.
One day I will text you I hope, about something I know we both find funny, the only thing that scares me is that if I let you go will I forget what you liked honey?