You don’t have to promise me forever and I won’t expect it. Just promise me this moment and that’s enough.
I’m not mad. Or upset, really.
I get that we’re family. And I’ve tried to advise you to the best of my ability, but I really think you love to be miserable.
I miss you. The man who made me feel like a girl again. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, but you said we’d see each other again one day.
You don’t need another person for you to begin your life. You are a whole person with dreams of your own.
I had always wondered. Wondered if we were meant to be. But I didn’t get the chance to find out because you left.
Comfort me when I need it most.
I still don’t want to hear the truth. And I tell myself that I’m fine and that I didn’t even care for you that much. I tell myself you’re just a jerk and that you don’t deserve me.
I want you.
Not the you that I have to say goodbye to.
But the you that’s going to marry her.