It is 2am and I am in for a long night if history is anything to go by.
It’s only during the nights plagued with insomnia that I let myself think of you. Perhaps if I let myself drown in the memories then I can finally sleep.
Do you ever think of me anymore? Are there any moments in your day where you get a flash of my face across your mind?
Part of me hopes so.
Part of me doesn’t.
I remember the days where I didn’t have to put on such a strong face… the days where you were always there when I broke down. Now you’re not there, and I don’t know if I can keep up the lie for much longer. You were my strength for 5 years, how could you ever expect me to be ok. It’s been 2 years since I last saw you. 2 years of being haunted by your face, your voice.
I miss you so much…
But tomorrow is another day where I try to be brave and hopefully, tomorrow night I don’t encounter your memories.
Regardless of how it all turns out, I love you. xoxo