I miss you.
I miss you and I can't tell you I miss you.
Almost a month of missing you.
Almost a month of missing you and keeping it to myself.
I thought I'd miss you less just because you were never physically around in the first place.
I was wrong.
I manage to have days when I don't think of you...
But just because I don't think of you doesn't mean I don't miss you.
That first week I waited to hear from you...
Waited for an email or text telling me not to go...
Telling me you loved me.
It never came.
Just because I was the one to say goodbye doesn't mean my love for you isn't still there.
I wish you would read this and feel how my heart aches.
How I feel like my emotions are ready to burst.
I wish you knew how much I missed you and still could call you mine.