I miss you. Like a lot. I know you said you wanted me to get over you and for a while there I thought I was. But then I drunk text you last night (not saying anything too bad thank God) and you replied this morning and I started to think that maybe, just maybe, those feelings are still there.
You said you had work, but would text me after. I’m sitting here waiting for that text. Every time my phone goes off, I jump on it, hoping it’s you. I’ve missed talking to you; I still sometimes stare off into the distance on campus, hoping to see you walking to class, even though I know you’re not there anymore.
I wish you’d come back. I don’t even really want anything from you. A hug, maybe. But nothing more. Just one hug, because when you hugged me, it felt like safety, even through all the nervousness I got when I was around you. You feel like safety to me. I want that back, even just for a minute. If you do come back, even if it’s just for a visit, please give me that one minute of feeling safe. I will never ask you for anything ever again. Just one hug, one moment in time.