I don't even know what to say anymore.
No metaphors tonight,
no careful words to soften the truth.
Just silence,
and the weight of everything i can't tell you.
I miss you.
That's it.
That's the whole letter.
I miss you in ways that don't even make sense.
I miss you while drinking coffee,
while brushing my hair,
while pretending to be fine in front of people
who wouldn't understand even if i explained.
I miss you when i wake up,
when i go to bed,
and in all the hours in between
that used to belong to us.
It's not dramatic anymore,
not the kind of missing that begs or hopes.
Just the quiet kind,
the kind that sits in your chest like a shadow,
the kind that doesn't fade
no matter how many times you tell yourself to move on.
I still replay your voice in my head sometimes,
still imagine your laugh echoing
through the same walls that now only hold silence.
You have no idea how heavy it feels
to miss someone who might never come back,
to long for something that no longer exists.
But i guess that's just it,
missing is all i can do now.
No messages.
No calls.
Just words you'll never read
and feelings i can't seem to outgrow.
I miss you,
and that's all i have left to say tonight.