I thought everything was fine until you told me that you missed me. I’m not saying that I miss you but, there are mornings where I wake up longing to hear the sound of your voice. What’s even sadder still is that your laugh would sound exactly the same: familiar, warm, safe. It is the only thing that has not changed. Everyday, I look for you in people that I meet in search for your heart inside of their chests. There are days where I cannot help being reminded of how it felt to be loved by you. It was beautiful and messy and awful, but, it was love. Now you only call me when your heart is lonely or your bed is empty. So no, I’m not saying that I miss you, but, god, I wish you knew that I miss you like the stars that long to shine in the daytime. You don’t know it but, they are always shining for you and I am always missing you.
You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.