What is it that keeps pulling us back to each other? Why, after all this time, do I still find comfort in our conversations? Why do you tell me all these beautiful things, only to hesitate when it comes to something as simple as seeing me?
A decade ago, I told myself it was over—because you made it seem that way. A decade ago, I lost a friend, a lover, and, most painfully, a part of myself. And yet, I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped wanting to tell you everything, to share my life with you. I never stopped loving you. All these years, I was waiting—for you to ask, for you to reach out, for you to want to talk about everything the way we once did.
Ten years of yearning, and yet, here we are..
What the future holds? No one knows, but I know that I’ll never stop loving you, because it’s you.
