Hey. I know it’s ridiculous, but I still miss you. I have yet to go a day without wondering about you. It’s crazy that I’ve made it this far without you. So much has happened and you know none of it. I want to tell you everything so bad, but I’m finally starting to accept that I never will. Then again, there is still this part of me that has hope. It convinces me that you are feeling the same way. That you are also wondering. That one of these days I will get a text or a call from you. That small part of me that holds onto the hope is slipping away more and more everyday. I don’t want to let go. I won’t let go. Not just yet. Not until I know for sure that this is what you want and that I no longer mean anything to you. If everything you said was true, then I don’t see how that could be. I must mean something. Or is that just my hope taking over the part of my brain that faces reality? I really haven’t a clue. So I will just continue on. Waiting. Trying my best to want to let go.