I know we broke apart,
and maybe we both had reasons,
maybe we both carried wounds
we didn’t know how to heal together.
But the truth is
I still want you.
Not the memory of you.
Not the old version of us.
You.
Now.
Still.
Because no matter how much time passes,
nothing feels as real as what I felt with you.
I miss the way your presence quieted everything in me.
I miss your voice,
your laugh,
the small moments that never seemed important
until they were gone.
And maybe I should pretend I’ve moved on,
pretend losing you made me stronger,
pretend I no longer think about us at 3AM.
But I can’t.
Because deep down,
I still believe we were meant for more than an ending.
I believe we could fix this
if we stopped fighting against the love that’s still here.
I believe the distance between us
doesn’t erase what we meant to each other.
And I believe that if we tried again
... truly tried
we could become something even better
than what we were before.
Not perfect.
Just real.
Patient.
Honest.
The kind of love that stays.
So if there’s still a part of you
that thinks about me too,
a part that still wonders “what if,”
then come back to me.
Not to repeat the past,
but to rebuild it with me
properly this time.
How it should have been done.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
I know we broke apart,
and maybe we both had reasons,
maybe we both carried wounds
we didn’t know how to heal together.
But the truth is
I still want you.
Not the memory of you.
Not the old version of us.
You.
Now.
Still.
Because no matter how much time passes,
nothing feels as real as what I felt with you.
I miss the way your presence quieted everything in me.
I miss your voice,
your laugh,
the small moments that never seemed important
until they were gone.
And maybe I should pretend I’ve moved on,
pretend losing you made me stronger,
pretend I no longer think about us at 3AM.
But I can’t.
Because deep down,
I still believe we were meant for more than an ending.
I believe we could fix this
if we stopped fighting against the love that’s still here.
I believe the distance between us
doesn’t erase what we meant to each other.
And I believe that if we tried again
... truly tried
we could become something even better
than what we were before.
Not perfect.
Just real.
Patient.
Honest.
The kind of love that stays.
So if there’s still a part of you
that thinks about me too,
a part that still wonders “what if,”
then come back to me.
Not to repeat the past,
but to rebuild it with me
properly this time.
How it should have been done.