If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are
I don’t know what we were. I don’t know what we are. I don’t know the color of your eyes when you look at the sunset or when you stare at the night sky as you trace the stars into constellations. I don’t know how it feels like to touch your hand and I don’t know how your voice sounds when it is 7am and you just woke up from a very bad dream. I don’t know how you would like your coffee— whether it is black or white or sweet. I don’t know the little things that could make you smile and I don’t know how your laugh sounds each time you hear a very funny joke. I don’t know how your perfume smells like and I don’t know how your favorite sweater looks like. I don’t know a lot of things about you. But one thing I know is that I gave you my heart (and it is still yours) and that right now, as I type these words out, seven minutes before midnight in where I am and I believe that the sun has just risen from where you are, I am wishing for nothing but for you to be okay. I hope you wake up not feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. I hope you find something that could make you happy— even if it is not me. I hope you are okay. And I will be okay. I promise.
I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.