I miss you.
I may not be your priority but, I know I always run through your mind.
We hardly share about everything we’ve been through, 24/365+.
You know I can’t look you in the eyes, I could melt if I do.
You think the printed pair of socks you gave looks cute on me, so I keep it.
Like a kid, I always put the blame game on you whenever my character dies at the games we play.
You’re particular that I’m not vocal when I feel something bad that makes me mad for a long time, until I cool down and spill the beans.
I was like that.
You loved me even on my tattered points, and I love you so.
I could not even imagine myself with anyone but you.
And now, I always imagine how our lives could be at the present if we’re still together.
Lot of what ifs and regrets I have in mind could either make us or still break us.
Let’s try even the 1% chance left on us.
Trust the process, you always say, and we always do.