“I have loved you and missed you all for so long. That even this feeling feels like home.”

I do, so often, wish you were here. But more often I wish that you were wishing to be here.

You can walk in and out. I have built no doors.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Clean your slate. Empty your cup. Let every moment. Fill you up.

He said he cannot read in between the lines. And I have poured all my heart there.

If I am to be only a passing season in your life, I hope I be spring.

Let me be like the leaves on the trees. Let me sway with the gentlest breeze.

If trees looked at fallen leaves and gave up, we would have no forests.

Not all love lives forever. But is it not love still? The maybe and the almost. And the love that never will.

You’re the kind of song, I want to hear on repeat. For a lifetime.

Like the endless stars in the skies. I love you, more than you know. And I miss you, more than I am allowed.

Maybe when I pour my words on paper. Maybe it’ll feel like how it might feel wrapping you in my arms.

When you love, I hope you don’t sail. I hope you drown.

Be your own flower. And bloom.

Just because you’re leaving, doesn’t mean I’m letting go.

Let’s give this one more try. My brain’s having contractions from those late-night interactions.

I give. And you take. So why are you always on my mind when I wake?

Missing all those nights with your kiss & I’d do anything to fix this.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

Do you ever tried to make someone suffer by not texting them and you suffered more?

A year has passed, and even after all that has changed, I know one thing hasn’t. I still want you.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

And at night I think about holding you close. I realize now you were the only thing I ever chose, and every night forevermore you’ll keep me up, and I still pray with everything that you’ll come back.