It isn't that I don't miss you. Or that I miss you any less.
And it isn't that I don't love you. Or that my love for you has faded.
It's that I'm remembering all the things that I had wanted in the first place. I got so caught up in how we were that I lost sight of the little things that should matter: being courted in the beginning of the relationship, random surprises to show your affections towards me, the willingness to sacrifice for me every now and then.
I won't settle for anything less. I can't.
It's why I decline the urge everyday to tell you I love you and I miss you. Because I'm secretly still rooting for us. But I wouldn't ever tell anyone that. Not even myself.
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