I miss you.

You left, as you should, with every right and every reason.
And asked me to find my answers.
I expected the pain, but not the loneliness.
This time, it made sense, and it feels right.

Except...

I wish that it had ended differently somehow
I wish that it would hurt my heart less somehow
I wish that it would all make more sense somehow.

Every time I remember your butterfly kisses
Every time I remember our whispered conversations
Every time I remember my hand gently cradled in yours.

Every time I almost write to tell you about my day
Every time I almost text to make you laugh
Every time I almost call to cry.

But this time,

I really will do none of these things, because my will really is stronger than that.

I really will do none of these things, because I respect your pride and honor still.

I really will do none of these things, because I'm moving on to find my own truth.

There are still moments in my day,

where I wish you were somehow a part of my life.

I hope you never forget.
I may have loved you.
I do miss you.

Goodbye.