Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed trying to sleep, I think about you. I wonder how you’re doing. If you think of me at all. Why you shut me away. (I’m selfish, I have those thoughts.)
I think of you. And I miss you. The way you made me smile. The way you write. The little things you shared about your life. We don’t say much about our lives often here, amongst the roleplay. Not obviously, anyway. But things slip through, and I know life is no easier for you than it is for me,
You made my life a little easier, and I miss that. (I’m selfish that way.)
I never got to say goodbye; you just disappeared. It’s a hole in my heart. I made a little space for you, and you aren’t there anymore. So I miss you.