I know how to reach you.
I want to.
I want to hear your voice again.
I want to look at your eyes again.
I want to feel your touch again.
But I know you don’t want anything to do with me. So even if I want to and even if I can, I couldn’t because I want to respect your decision to live a life without me. But it doesn’t mean that I stop wanting it every damn day of my life.
One day - I hope you’ll find your way back to me again.
I miss you.













