I wish you would

Hello love,

I think of you as often as ever. I want to hear about your day and I want to tell you all about mine. I want to hear about your planes and tell you about the stinky butts. I dream of you, It might not sound like much but I haven’t dreamed in a long time. Waking up with you fresh on my mind is a bittersweet start to the day.

I keep coming back to this damn app hoping to see that you reached out even though I know you haven’t. I wonder if you can see that I’ve been on too, or maybe you check in hopes of the same thing. I know you’re probably using it for other things but I’m a hopeless romantic.

I wish I could check in on you. I wonder if you’re hurting like me. I can feel myself holding onto any kind of connection between us I can. When I see something you’ve liked on instagram or when I hear your voice on the phone. I hope I see you again soon…

When I lie in bed awake I imagine us. I think of our chemistry and how I feel when I’m in your arms. I feel peace, and safety. Everything feels right.

I didn’t want to end things. In fact I wish I could take it back, but I was worried about ruining your life. I was scared of risking your future. I want you to live the life you want, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if that came crumbling down because I was careless. I want you to have a beautiful life, filled with love and peace. I can’t be the wrecking ball.

I even still hope that you want to be with me. I was daydreaming yesterday and thought of if you and her were to break up. I wonder if you’d call me. Even just to listen and be a friend.

I also think it’s good that we stopped, partially because now maybe if we do come back to each other it wouldn’t be out of obligation because of a disaster. It might be a little naïve of me to still think we have a chance, but then again there was a man who won the lottery twice.

Who knows what the future holds for any of us?

I feel deep down that we’re not finished. It could be delusion wrapped in hope, but I can’t fathom that the last time we were together was the last time we would be. I would have held you a little tighter, and kissed you a little longer. I would have looked up into your eyes a little more lovingly.

I wonder if this is it? If you feel as strongly for me as I do for you surely it can’t be, but then again you might not.

Anyways I should get some sleep, it’s getting pretty late. Goodnight handsome 🫶🏼 12/8/25