I miss you. I really do.
I know we can suck it up. I really do.
But sometimes I feel unsure about things we’ve been through. I hate the distance between us. We’re far apart. And I always keep waiting for the “one day”
I want you. You know I really do.
I’ve been in many relationships before you. And you know I suck at it, that’s why I have many relationship. If I was good at it, I would only have a few.
But after I met you, I just want to make it last.
I always try to be faithful. I try to be good enough for you, so I’ll be worth to wait. Because I know you’re good for me.
But sometimes, I feel like you didn’t mean everything you’ve said.
I have a doubt that you don’t really want me.
Sometimes I feel like you never really mean it when you say I miss you.
My brain keeps telling me to let you go and move on, but my heart keeps telling me to stay and wait.
Sometimes I wish my brain and my heart were friends.
Sometimes I try to forget you and find another man so I don’t feel alone anymore. You know you’re not the only one who says I want you.
But deep down in my heart, I always always always feel like I really can’t let go. I want you.
The distance sucks.
I know right.
Every single night, I can’t sleep early because I always think about how it would be with you by my side. In the same bed. With me. Two of us.
I always hug my pillow, cry, and wish you were here with me. Or I was there with you.
I always think what would we do if you were with me.
I always think what the future hold for us.
They say, good things will come for those who wait.
And I’m waiting for you. I always will.
One day, when you’re finally done with your shit, you know where to go, because I won’t be anywhere but here.
I miss you.