If You Miss Me, Keep It To Yourself

Elena Montemurro
Elena Montemurro

If you miss me, please keep it to yourself. 
I know on drunken nights, when you have no one else to talk to, thoughts of me push forward in your mind. I know when you can’t sleep at night, and when your mind is boggled down by anxieties, you think of me.

I know when you get lonely, you think of me.
You think of the nights with me in your arms.
You think of the nights you’ll never forget.

But, I’m afraid, hearts aren’t made to be missed. They are made to be loved and to be loved back. Hearts aren’t meant to be longed for. They are made to be held. They are made to not be let go of.

So, if you miss me, please do not let me know. If you still love me, please do not let me know. As much as I want to hear those words, as much as I want you back, it won’t ever be the same.

The truth is, I’m afraid that if you tell me you miss me, I will fall right back. And you know I fall hard. I’m afraid that if you tell me that you love me, then I will say it right back to you. And I can’t get burned again. I can’t get hurt like that again.

Find someone else to miss.

Find someone else to long and hope for. Count me out of the equation. Because it ended. It ended a long time ago. And I need to stop thinking it will ever continue.

Don’t make me miss you more. Don’t make me want you more. It’s already too much to bear already. It will always be too much. You will always be the one I want. And that’s enough for me. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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