My love? My chest hurts so much, thinking about you and what we used to be.
I wish we had a proper conversation before we decided to part ways. I always think about you, and sometimes I read our past conversations while tears are streaming down my face.
I have been resisting this desire to message you and ask how your day went, and then you'll tell me about your day and we'll talk for hours.
I miss you so much, I've been yearning for your presence. I always check my phone every now and then, hoping that your name would suddenly pop up but it didn't.
At the end of the day, I'm left at the side of the road, hoping for you to come back into my arms again.
YOU ARE READING
Marie
PoetryJust a bunch of letters for the girl from the past. I moved on and healed but I want to publish the letters I wrote while still loving you.
