Everything I feel I owe to you. Every time you’d hold me and kiss me, I was happy. Sweet, pure happiness. Every ounce of my wants to curse them for keeping us apart. I can’t see you, talk to you, be with you. I miss you, I love you more than I love myself. For months I heard nothing, wondered whether you didn’t actually care. But you did. That one message you sent me was enough to reassure me I wasn’t alone in sadness and longing, that you loved me still as much as I did you. I went insane after thinking I lost you. I did crazy things I would have never done before out of frustration. Nothing damaging, but out of character. Somehow, I grew a backbone. But from that I learned I still love you, and will never forget you.
Knowing you still think about me everyday, missed me, wanted me, I know I’m okay. I felt raw human emotion again, but it was happy, because I know you weren’t lost and somehow I felt found once again.
I love you.