we are strangers six thousand six hundred thirty eight miles away, and i still feel like you are the one.
I should've told you when I had the chance, I should've told you that I'm never not day dreaming about you, and when I'm asleep my mind becomes a kaleidoscope of you. I don't let myself think about just how much I miss you. It feels too dramatic. But I'm frightened of how much everything reminds me of you. You don't even know it, but you have my whole heart in your palms. Be gentle with it.
We haven’t talked at all much the last few months, but there isn’t a day that goes by where I wish that was different. I wish so much I could stay up all night talking with you, not just about me but to hear about your life and just listen to your voice, if only for one more time. I miss you.
I just want someone to love, to hold at night, to say I love you to, to smother kisses with, to go to sleep to and wake up to, to listen to music with, to go on late night adventures with, to dance all night long with, to laugh at dumb jokes with, to talk about my worries and fears with, to have stupid and meaningful discussions with, to cook and eat good food with, to enjoy life, to grow old and become better people, to intertwine my life with and improve one another every single day.
My heart and soul feel a bit heavy when I think about how you might have moved on from me, but then I’m hit with the realization that I am slowly moving on from you. Not with anyone, but with time. We are not as connected as we once were, and I miss how beautiful and wonderful it was when you were here. I long for you, particularly at night, but remember that you were gone by morning. I love you and wish you nothing but great things.
I totally believe in everyone having their soulmate. However, I do not believe we all end up with them.
I think about you very often. Sometimes my feelings for you overflow and my cheeks become drenched. Thank you.
“Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weaklings or damaged goods. To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate. It is not the empath who is broken, it is society that has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings. Those who are at times described as being a 'hot mess' or having 'too many issues' are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. Never be ashamed to let your tears shine a light in this world.”
Anthon St. Maarten