I hope you miss me as much as I miss you. I hope it pains you as much as it pains me. I hope you too are unable to shake off the feeling that fate has gotten it wrong with us. I hope you too have resorted to seeing life as a conglomeration of circumstances that can lead us back to each other.
But I can only hope. I can only dream. I can only wish. I can only get down on my knees and pray. Pray it all meant something. Pray this merciful, all-powerful, all-knowing God they speak of knows what he’s doing. Pray this suffering comes with an expiration date. Pray there is a prize to be won for having endured all of this torment despite having lost the race.
For I fear a million days will have passed and I will have crawled to the end of the world by then, and in my dying breath my heart will rejoice, thinking perhaps this will be a good excuse to invite you back into my life.
I fear I will never stop being on my knees, unsure of whether I’m begging to be released to you or from you.
— andrea tivej















