But today, I’ll let myself feel it.
I’ll let the wind carry the ache.
And I’ll remind myself that missing someone
doesn’t mean I’m weak
it just means it was real. 🤍
The cold air tonight feels like the space he left behind.
Still. Wide. A little lonely.
I don’t know if I miss her
or the version of myself I was when I was with her.
Maybe it’s both.
I care so much, and you don’t even see it.
I’m in love with you. Deeply. Quietly.
I’m not even ready to let go.
I just want to stay silent.
Keep it all in.
Because honestly?
I’m still deeply in love with you.
But I don’t want you to see it.
I don’t want you to feel pressured.
I don’t want to force myself into a space
where I was only meant to be a friend.
And that’s what hurts.
I didn’t want to message first… not because I didn’t care.
But because I didn’t want to look like I’m chasing someone who doesn't even want me the same way.
Someone who probably just sees me… as a friend.