After writing letter after letter after letter to you on here, wanting you to contact me, wishing to hear your voice or even just my phone lit up with your name, it happened.
And I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. I thought that hearing from you would form more closure for me. Finally end that book, that part of my life, so I would be able to move on without worrying that I am breaking your heart with every move I make.
But seeing those words “I miss you” on my phone screen this morning, before the sun was up, before I even had the chance to stretch or rub my eyes. It did nothing. It didn’t close the book, but it also didn’t start a whole new chapter.
I’m stuck between these chapters in this book I don’t want to read. I really have nothing else to tell you. I don’t want to write any more of the book, and you seem to have writer’s block.
I went too far with this metaphor. I can tell.
Anyway, I guess I’m confused. Like usual. I don’t think you’ve known me any other way.