Sometimes all I want is to shout your name and ask you to stay. All I want is to grab my phone and show you how my heart cries for you, and show you how my soul misses connecting with yours. Sometimes all I want is to show you how much of you there is in me, and how much your names plays in my head and how even a flower, or a smell or a quote reminds me of you. Sometimes all I want is to say “hi” waiting for you to reply back. But I know how it would be. You would tell me that you don’t want to be here anymore; that somehow our connection was broke and you moved on into another story, or another person, or another page, and i would read by your words your voice saying that this is not what you want anymore. That me is not what you want anymore, not even a friendship. And I can’t go back to it again, I can’t read and hear all of it again. They say we need to burne sobre bridges just to create some distance, but the distance between us is already there and the bridge that once existed was destroyed by you when you left. And I couldn’t beg you to talk to me, I deserve more, I deserve the universe you want to give to someone else. And it’s okay, because I do want me and I do love me and that is what keeps me through the day, the thought that everything will be okay. But I still miss you, I guess this is the words that you’ll never read.