I don't know why i feel this way, but I miss you.
I miss the sound of your voice, the way you laugh, and the little pauses you make before saying something sweet or sarcastic.
I miss how your presence, even through a screen made things lighter,
like the world wasn't as lonely as it used to be.
It's strange, isn't it?
How just a few hours of silence can feel like days.
The kind of silence that hums too loud,
the one that makes me overthink every word i said, every moment we shared, wondering if any of it still lingers in your memory.
I know we're not in the same space anymore.
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be,
two people drifting apart after burning too bright, too fast.
But my heart doesn't seem to understand logic.
It just aches quietly,
asking for your name in moments when i should already be forgetting.
I don't write this to make you feel guilty or to pull you back.
I write because i need to let the ache breathe.
Because pretending i don't miss you feels heavier than admitting i still do.
You became a part of my rhythm,
the good morning messages,
the late-night calls that stretched into dawn,
the random jokes that made me laugh at my screen like an idiot.
You were comfort in human form,
even if only borrowed for a short while.
And now, I'm here,
writing to someone who might never read this, about a feeling that might never be returned.
But i'm still grateful.
Grateful that i met you in the middle of my calm and chaos.
Grateful that for a little while, I was soft again.
Even if it's just in my thoughts.
Thank you, for being the warmth i didn't know i needed.
Thank you for every small, unspoken thing
that made my days feel a little more alive.
Wherever you are right now,
I hope the world is kind to you.
Because despite everything,
you still mean something to me,
even if it's just through words i'll never send.