I take time out daily to re-read your old messages. Maybe it is a trick my mind is playing on me when I derive new meanings from them. Or maybe I never bothered to find the hidden messages in your messages back then. And now, maybe you have affected me so much that I can finally see the truth. Now I know how much you must have hurt when I left you. Maybe now, it is my turn to cry inside.
“I miss you.” Every waking moment, even in my dreams sometimes.
“Where are you?” I can’t bear staying away from you. Take me along, won’t you?
“How are you?” I know it has been rough but I’ll be there for you, my love.
“I am fine.” Now that you asked, I am. But I am not.
“Tell me your dreams.” Because you are in every one of mine and I want to make yours come true.
“I dreamt of you yesterday.” I always do.
“Do you miss me?” It stings my heart everytime I realise that I am not what you are to me.
“Take care.” I love you. I always have. I always will.
“Goodbye.” I love you. I always have. I always will.
“I love you.”