05/25/2026
There are nights when I want to ask you if you still miss me. Not because I expect us to come back together, and not because I think it would change anything between us now. I think I just want to know if what we had ever truly meant something to you the way it meant everything to me.
Because it is hard carrying memories that still feel heavy while wondering if I was the only one affected by losing us. I still remember the way we talked, the way you once made me feel wanted, and the way I gave you pieces of myself so easily because I trusted what we were becoming.
And now all I am left with are questions I will probably never ask out loud.
Did you ever miss me the way I miss you?
Did losing me hurt you at all?
Or was I only unforgettable to myself?