I wish you’d come back.

My world feels empty without you. When we met three years ago, you brought color to my world for the first time in a long time. Probably most of my life.

I spent most of my life so lonely. So awfully treated. When I was ready for something good, you came around. I didn’t know how to receive you.

The night you left. The night we broke up. I wanted to ask you something. I wanted to ask you if you’re afraid of being hurt again, too. I wanted to give you a chance to open up finally. I wanted to hear you out and grab your face in my hands, look you in the eyes and tell you I’m not going anywhere.

But then it was you who left. You came and went as you pleased. I wanted to talk to you all the time. I kept my mouth shut while you knowingly hurt me. Poured my heart out to you and still you came and went.

I don’t miss a version of you that wasn’t there. I didn’t imagine a grand future with you. I didn’t think we’d get married or die together.

I was just excited for each day we hung out. I just want to go back in time and curl up on the couch again and watch cartoons. Or get another chance to make you dinner after work.

You know you can come back. You just don’t really want to. And I don’t know why. You’ll respond to me anytime, anywhere. But you’ll never show your face.

I don’t know why.