something that I wrote in the past and I felt like I can publicly show this now. no strings attached anymore.

— maria

I miss you.

I miss our bickering. The growing tension in between. I miss the lingering touches where I would feel that you are near but I know I couldn’t reach you.

I miss looking at your eyes that held wonder. I missed looking at them as a way to disguise the unsettling feeling that I have in my stomach or how I would not want to admit that I do miss you.

I miss hearing you laugh. I miss how you would reason out things that you did not understand. I miss the time that I felt special. Somehow, I did when I knew it was nothing.

I hate to admit that I sometimes think if I ever do cross your mind but I guess not. I knew it was fleeting. I knew I was just passing by but I hate to admit that I once wished that I wasn’t. I wanted to be constant just once. I wanted to stay by your side longer.

If we met once more, will you please look at me just for a moment like you once did before? Pretend if you must. I know this is a selfish thing to say. Forgive me. But I do miss you.