I felt like I should write you, even though it’s been a while since I saw you in person. I know we talk every once in a while just to check in on each other and see what’s new in our perspective worlds. I feel like I can’t do this anymore at times, pretend to be your friend when I know deep inside I want so much more than that. This goes without saying but you know you’ve always had a piece of my heart. You were always there no matter what I did or said in the past. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m sorry, from the bottom of my heart I am.
I know you say you’ve changed, we all have at this point. That’s what time does, it changes and molds us, breaks and re-grows us under new circumstances. I think of you often, more often than I should honestly. I’m grateful you still respond to my messages. I like to think that I can still make you smile every once in a while. Do you ever think of me, of us, of what we could still be?
My heart is lost, a wanderer looking for a home. You used to be that home a long time ago but I was young and reckless and here we are. Your love and heart found home in someone else. Now I feel that even if a small part of you still wonders what if, it will never be enough, it will never get you back in my arms. Timing was never on our side, it still isn’t I guess. I just hope you get to read this one day.