Hi, you.
You, who I haven't seen in over a year.
You, who I haven't seen in over a year.
You, who I haven't spoken to in months.
You, who I texted just last week.
You, who I texted just last week.
Or just yesterday.
You, who I rarely ever reply to.
You, who doesn't feel the need to keep the conversation going anymore.
You, who I hardly even acknowledge now.
I love you more than any written word could ever convey to you.
I love you in the silence that follows when my phone blinks and lights up, and I read a message from you.
I smile so much
that I forget to text back.
Or in the silence when there's Nothing from you because for whatever reason, we drifted apart.
You, who I rarely ever reply to.
You, who doesn't feel the need to keep the conversation going anymore.
You, who I hardly even acknowledge now.
I love you more than any written word could ever convey to you.
I love you in the silence that follows when my phone blinks and lights up, and I read a message from you.
I smile so much
that I forget to text back.
Or in the silence when there's Nothing from you because for whatever reason, we drifted apart.
I still find myself staring at the phone.
That you'll make the first move, I hope against all hope.
And the feeling I get when I miss you,
Explaining even the tiniest fragment of what it does to me will take an eternity.
That you'll make the first move, I hope against all hope.
And the feeling I get when I miss you,
Explaining even the tiniest fragment of what it does to me will take an eternity.
And another one after that.
And one more after that.
Till pretty soon, we're running out of eternities.
It's like a thousand butterflies and a thousand knives
All at war with each other,
on this battlefield called Distance.
No words. No messages. No letters.
Nothing
could ever ever
describe how much I miss you.
And how dangerously, unbelievably in love I am with you.
You, who I think about every second of every minute of every hour of everyday.
You, who are so strong and so maddeningly alluring, inside and out.
You, who are chaotic within, but a beautiful disaster, nonetheless.
You, who are capable of so much more than your broken and longing heart allows you to believe.
You, who cannot fathom the immensity your presence has on the people who really truly matter.
On me.
I may not say it.
I may not show it.
You may never see me again. You may never hear from me.
But know this.
I believe in you.
I am so proud of you.
I love you.
And I miss you.
And one more after that.
Till pretty soon, we're running out of eternities.
It's like a thousand butterflies and a thousand knives
All at war with each other,
on this battlefield called Distance.
No words. No messages. No letters.
Nothing
could ever ever
describe how much I miss you.
And how dangerously, unbelievably in love I am with you.
You, who I think about every second of every minute of every hour of everyday.
You, who are so strong and so maddeningly alluring, inside and out.
You, who are chaotic within, but a beautiful disaster, nonetheless.
You, who are capable of so much more than your broken and longing heart allows you to believe.
You, who cannot fathom the immensity your presence has on the people who really truly matter.
On me.
I may not say it.
I may not show it.
You may never see me again. You may never hear from me.
But know this.
I believe in you.
I am so proud of you.
I love you.
And I miss you.
Always.