The truth is that I miss you. The truth is I want to swallow my pride and self-respect and just leave you a message. Just because I’d rather look desperate than not hear from you at all. The truth is I hate myself for it. I know I’m smarter than this but I don’t want to be smart if it means that I don’t get to talk to you.
The truth is that I still replay everything that happened in my head like it was only yesterday. The truth is that it means a lot to me. Maybe even more than it did to you. The truth is I can still feel your lips on mine. The truth is I want to be in your arms again. Even if I know that you can’t fully give yourself to me.
The truth is I am so hung up on you it hurts me to the bone. The truth is nothing about this is your fault but mine. I knew you were never going to feel the same way but I went ahead with it anyway. Because being in pain is worth it if it meant that I got to know you, hold you, laugh with you.
The truth is I just want to hear from you again. I want to know you miss me even if not the same way I miss you.