It’s been a long time since we last spoke—over a year now—but not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you in some way. I still miss you, even after all this time. That feeling sits quietly in my chest, sometimes soft, sometimes heavy.
There’s a part of me that still wonders if you miss me too. If you ever think about the moments we shared, the laughter, the quiet times, the connection I felt. I wonder if it meant anything real to you, or if you’ve moved on without a second thought. That question lives with me more often than I wish it did.
The hardest part is knowing that I cared deeply.
I tried so hard to be your friend.
I will never forget when my Dad passed and you said "I am just a phone call away". Check your missed calls, I HAVE called.
You won't RESPOND to email or text, ANSWER the phone or return a voice mail.
WHY?!!
Thank you for the good moments we had. They weren’t all bad, and I’ll always hold space for them in my heart.