I want you to miss me. I want you to reach out because my absence feels heavy. I don’t wanna run after you anymore, you’re so far away now. The love stays, but you didn’t and I won’t either. I won’t if you don’t put in the same effort I put for you all these months. I hope you get reminded of me in some little detail you find, everyday. I hope you remember me. But I won’t go the extra mile for you to do so. What is meant to happen, will happen. And if it doesn’t, then too bad, something better awaits me.
— missing you has its limits
















