07/05/2025
I miss you. not just you. I miss talking to you.
I miss listening to you while you rant endlessly. I miss looking into your eyes while you talk. I miss your unending complaints about what happened during the day and how that manager was annoying. How the taxi driver couldn't pay for fuel because of the hike. How your sisters wouldn't let you talk.
I miss you. not just you. The video calls. The text. The late-night chats. The feeling of knowing, at the end of a long day, you are there for me
I miss you. How you'd put on a green top with a black skirt and ask me if you're good to go.
I miss you. I missed the way you held my hands that evening, and I told you that I loved your fingers. the way you had touched my chest and asked if it was heaving because I looked at you, just the way I look at something beautiful.
I miss you, the excitement that came with knowing my phone is ringing and that you are the one calling.
I know, maybe it's just me. Maybe the feeling wasn't mutual, but I wouldn't lie; I had enjoyed every moment spent with you. Every memory I made with you Every kiss I stole from your lips I enjoyed every bit of it, and you were worth the time, attention, energy, and resources.
Maybe you were not the type of woman I needed; I wouldn't lie; I have been building myself to be the type of man every woman wants, but then, maybe you had set your wall so high and I'm glad I climbed it, at least it was better to try and fail, than not trying at all.
It's not just my heart that is broken; my spirit is. My soul is, but then I have to leave, and maybe I will pray and hope to find someone who likes and loves me in return.
