I miss the late night conversations
in which we would drive each other wild.
Planning trips we would never take.
Talking about the future, like we ever had one.
I believed we did.

I didn't care about the things you didn't love about yourself.
I liked you just the way you were.
I would never try to change you.
But that wasn't enough.

I tried to heal you, but I couldn't, you have to do that on your own.
I wish you could see what I see in you.
The way your clothes fit your body.
The way your hair moves in the atmosphere.

You're kind. You're caring. You're loving. You're passionate.
You're determined. You're motivated.
I want you to see it for yourself.

Maybe one day when you put the pieces back together,
and the bad times, don't seem so bad,
you'll think of me and reach out.

Please do. Because I would love to love you in all the ways you couldn't.