I miss someone more than I ever expected to. What began as a strange but fun situationship quietly grew into something deeper. We saw the world differently, and somehow that difference was part of the pull.
At the time, neither my life nor I were in the right place. Our insecurities fed into each other, shaped by difficult pasts. Right when I was ready to take things seriously, my own careless choices, and how I handled them, ended it.
It’s been a long time, and I still think about her. I’ve been trying to grow, to change old habits, and to become better than I was. It still hurts. And I still hope that one day, our paths might cross again.
