He knows my weakness. He knows how to go straight to my heart. He knows how to melt it. He knows how to break me. He knows how to let my tears fall. He knows how simple things will make me smile. He knows my whereabouts. He knows my passion. He knows my drive in written words.
He knew that he hurt me. He knew I’m in pain. He knew the night I cried for him. He knew that I overthink.
He knew that
I prayed for us.
The truth is……..
I miss my other strength. I miss his ways towards my heart. I miss how he melts it. I miss our tears of joy. I miss his simple ways of making me smile. I miss updating him. I miss sharing my passion with him. I miss how he drives me crazy in his pronunciation.
I hurt him. He was in pain. He cried. He overthink.
He prayed for us.
BUT
I will wait until I can finally hear his sides. I will wait until he finally speaks up. I will wait because no amount of jokes, laughters, memories, pictures, posts, get together, letters and gifts can compare to the joy of knowing the truth and seeing us on how we used to be.
This is not a love story
But this is my love for someone I treat like a family.
