Babe, I miss you. There are these small triggers that remind me of you then it’s just downhill from there. I was watching a movie at a Netflix party and then I just started missing you so much and started missing all the times we’ve watched movies together (all the 3 times). Watching the movie, looking at each other on the video cam, smiling, blushing, send cute texts to each other. I miss your stupid face, I miss you giving me some flying kisses and making stupid heart. I don’t really miss your movie suggestions but I miss those initial honeymoon days. 

All I am thinking these days, is I wish I could meet you once and I wish you dint live literally on the other side of the world in a different hemisphere. You know when I started speaking to you, I was so sure you were the one for me and now I am still sure that you are. Every time I feel like texting you, I watch the Anxious-Avoidant video I sent you, and then I just stop myself because I know nothing will change. I am still going to be anxious about you and you will still be avoidant.

Sometimes, I can’t figure out if the fact that we love each other makes it better or worse. I don’t know if it gives me happiness to know that you loved me or would it have been better if you dint. Babe, I wish I could tell you how I feel and I wish you would tell me how you are feeling. I wish I knew how you are doing there in your new house. 

I still feel you might come to visit me, surprise me and tell me you want to be with me and that you love me. I still hope for the hoodies you said you would send for me. 

I can’t write anymore, I miss you and I wanna break down and reach out to you but I won’t. I miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu