I miss you, but you know that.
I told you in the last text I sent – because that’s all you would allow me – texts, after 5 years.
If you change your mind, you know where I am.
I hope you know how I’m feeling too, because I’m wishing you to feel at least some of the hurt I do, some of the bewilderment, and at least some of the sense of loss.
I would give anything for just another night in your arms, and I love you ‘as is’ – your good and bad side.
I would say take care, but you won’t.
You’ll do what you want, and since what I want is you, I’ll have to make do with doing what I must. X X X