Emails I will never send.
I miss you.
I had a dream where I spent the entire time sitting in your lap hugging you. I miss your touch. Hugging in the lounge being wrapped in your arms.
I miss your face. The way you demanded me to snugs you in the morning. The way you would try and convince me to let you sleep in more because you wanted more snugs.
I haven’t been sleeping well without you.
The flirting on Instagram keeps on replaying in my head. I know you hate my ‘stalking’ but why have the both of you gone silent on Instagram? Are you fucking her? Is there something more between the two of you? Please cut her off.
I’m starting to realise that while I want you, I want a new improved version of our relationship.
I’ll be more loving in public, reach out more. I think I understand a bit better now. You were intimidated and you felt less than because I would push you to be a better person. Because you felt like you couldn’t keep up with me.
I scroll TikTok all the time now. Tarot readings. Asking when you will come back.
Did I tell you? When we were walking back from good things I asked god that if we were meant to be together you would grab my hand on the way home. Along the walk. You would take it. And eventually you did take it, when we were in the taxi. Which was a bit late but better late than never right?
I want to be us again. Reach out to me. Apologies. Tell me that you’ve cut her off. She can’t compete and when you did flirt with her it felt so wrong. That everything you did reminds you of me.












