​Hi, my love

Hi, my love.

You once promised you would listen to all my stories and walk with me through every adventure. We never got to go — and just when it felt like we almost could, you disappeared.

I miss you. It’s hard not to. I never wanted much; I only wanted you to hear my heart, to accept that I was hurt, and to say, it’s okay — I understand. I’m here now. Everything will be alright.

I kept helping you heal, believing that someday we might meet each other in the same place emotionally. I held on to the hope that you would come back — run into my arms, hold me tightly, and whisper, I’m here. I’m sorry for the hurt I caused. You can rest now. Close your eyes. I’ll take care of your world so you don’t have to anymore.

But when I returned and looked around, there was nothing left — only an empty shell of who I used to be, someone who waited and hoped for you. You moved on so quickly that it made me wonder if what we had ever meant as much to you as it did to me.

I loved you with everything I had. I never wavered. I never held back. I stood firmly beside you, yet somehow you never quite understood me. At times you seemed to know me better than anyone else in the world, and at other times it felt like you simply chose not to.

So I sit here, thousands of miles away, thinking about you and missing you, and I can’t help but feel that we could have created something beautiful — something rare — but somewhere along the way, you let it fall apart completely.

Sometimes, when I miss you the most, I wish I could speak to a different version of you — the one who loved me the way you once did. The one with that innocent smile, with eyes that held nothing but warmth, with embraces so gentle they taught me what love was supposed to feel like.

It feels almost ironic now. After so long together, you seemed to find freedom in my absence, reaching for something lighter, something easier — while people spend their lives searching for what we had without even knowing it was already there beside them.

And yet, through all of this, I learned something you once gave me: there is no greater gift than being heard. To speak and have someone truly listen, to be understood without judgment — that was always the part of you I loved most.

Even now, long after everything else has faded, that is the piece of us I still carry quietly within me.