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and I miss you…

And I miss you… like desert misses rain

The other day, some random dude sent me a random text and I thought that could be you. if it was you, why would you hide yourself?

I was actually hoping it was you…

never thought you would be in my head for that long. Am I stuck in your head as well? do you think of what we could have been?

...do you miss me?

do you miss me…like desert misses rain?

because I do.

I think of you often, and despite the feelings you think I have for you, your light continues to shine. And it seems that despite everything, it doesn't dim in any way. You disappointed me, yes, but the truth is that I still keep those other moments in a special place.

I don't know how it happened, but you came to me directly, and when I realized it, I was completely hooked. That inexplicable connection we had—it seemed like we were meant to meet?

It still saddens me that the situation caused us to leave conversations unfinished. I don't demand anything from you, so if you want space, I respect that.

Although I would have liked it if, in those moments, I had at least felt you holding my hand, and I think what hurt me the most is that it didn't happen.

Maybe it still crosses your mind, or perhaps you've completely erased me. Maybe you wanted what happened to happen to avoid facing something bigger? I don't know. And I think I'll never know at this point.

If I didn't hold you in such high esteem, the fall wouldn't have been so hard. I understand you have your own life, but I believe the connection between us was healthy, sincere, and beautiful—at least, that's how I felt.

Your good mornings brightened my day. There, I've said it. That's why what happened shocked me so much; I didn't understand anything. I still don't understand... how we went from that to nothing.