YN = your name
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YN's point of view
It's been a long time since we last talked but since then, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was the one that I wanted but somehow we didn't fit well with his busy schedule. It drove us apart and I didn't know how to be back on the track.
I knew he already forgot about me and it's over but I had hope deep down that he will text me and ask me on other date, act like this whole past didn't happen, act like he didn't tell me to leave and never come back, act like he loves me, act like we never met before and introduce each other again. As much as that sounds awesome, I knew it would never happen but I decided to text him anyways, hoping that he would actually respond.
"Hey." I texted him.
"YN!" He immediately responded which surprised me. It wasn't so early for him to even be awake right now. "How are you?" He sent another text.
It's been over a month that we haven't heard from each other and just the fact that he asked me how I was made me feel so much better. At least he cares, I thought.
"I am doing okay. How about you?" I texted back. This whole texting progression bought so many amazing memories of us texting for hours because we couldn't be together. I miss it, I miss it all.
"Missing you." He responded. That text made my heart drop and my eyes widen. I kept reading and rereading it, making sure I didn't read this wrong but it was real, he sent this. He misses me too.
"Do you really?" I asked, only wanting to hear more of what he had to say.
"I feel awful since the day we broke up. I feel like I just lost something that was so precious to me. I can't sleep or eat or do anything at all. I only sit in my room, in my bed, thinking about you and the memories we made together." He sent.
"Why did you never text me or call me?" I asked. This made me feel so good and I wish I texted him a long time ago. I was hoping for this for so long and if I knew that it would happen one day then I would have done it awhile ago.
"Because I don't deserve you. I pushed you away and I can't be so selfish to ask you back out. I thought you'd reject me and I knew I wouldn't be able to live with that." His message said. I took a deep breathe, thanking God for everything. This is what I'm wishing for, what I've been dreaming about this whole past month. "I'm sorry." He sent again when I took time to respond.
"For what?" I asked.
"For everything. For hurting you, for pushing you away, for making you cry and taking advantage of your kindness and love. I realized what I had when I lost and I'm begging for another chance. I promise if you give me one more chance, it will be the last time I hurt you. Just one more chance."
"Come over and promise me then" I responded with the biggest smile on my face.
