You. Yes, you!
I miss you!
It’s wrong, I know. But I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t push it away.
So here I am saying, I miss you. I really, really do.
It’s just that when you were gone, my life lost its colors. It wasn’t like I could do anything to stop it though. I knew your leaving was inevitable. I knew, since the day I met you, that you were everything but permanent in my life.
But through it all, I still hope it’s you in the end. Honestly.
It’s hurting myself, I know. But for me, what we had was something real. And you don’t just let go of the REAL things, right? You hold on to them like they’re the last piece of wood that’s keeping you floating in the deep, cruel ocean.
But what is there to do when you have someone keeping you from drowning already? What if you were the Rose to my Titanic and I was the Jack in the story? What if we can actually share and own the world in our hands but you let go of me so soon? What if, what if, what if.
I am actually tired of feeling so unsure of the people in my life – always asking myself who really will choose to stay or will just choose to leave me hanging. But, you, you keep being in my heart like it’s chained to your being and you’re the only one holding the key.
My love, you can always stay in my heart; I really wouldn’t mind. And even though I’m trying to be happy for you and your new girl, and even though you have the right to hold my heart in your hands – just because I let you to, I hope you’d care to give me back the keys. The key to unlocking my heart and letting myself go. Because someday soon, even though I never want to, I’d still have to set you free. In which case, I, too, will be setting myself free.