Sometimes I wish you could step into my mind and see the world the way I see it when I think of you. My thoughts and heart get very heavy, filled with memories, filled with what ifs, filled with the kind of longing that is so very deep for simple words.
There is a quiet ache in me that grows whenever your name crosses my heart, and I keep wishing you could feel even a fraction of what I feel.
Maybe then you would understand why I pause, why I drift, why your presence still shapes the way my soul breathes, how it rise and fall.
I wish I could ever show you everything I carry deep inside me.
How much I miss you in ways I cannot explain.
Your absence brings a massive gap between this world and the heavens above. How every night carries your heavy shadow and every morning carries a hope that fades too quickly.
Deep inside, there is a part of me that still wishes us together, not out of love for you, not out of desire, but out of the belief that our souls would have fit together in the most effortless way.
It is a quiet wish, a painful wish, but it is still mine.
