I miss you. I wish I didn’t – but I do. And now I’m in college and I think about you all the time. If only I knew where you were. I thought you would come find me once I was free. But you haven’t. I said goodbye almost two years ago. I moved on. But it seems I didn’t completely get over you. I wonder if I ever can. And how I long for closure…or something! Some form of contact. But ever since you left, there’s been nothing but errant thoughts, and the songs that make me think of you. You’re a whisper in my memory. Always there, sometimes louder than others.
I wish you would come back. No words can express how I need to hear your voice.
These letters taunt me. Some of them sound so much like you. And its driving me crazy.
I’m ready now. But I’m too proud to admit it to you.