Yes, I miss you, and you shouldn't even have to ask that. I think about you every day, and sometimes I come to think that's not very healthy. Of course I moved on, I couldn't remain attached to you forever. But to which point am I real about being over you? I really don't know. I don't think I love you anymore, that's almost certain, at least. But as I said, I still wish I could be with you sometimes. I still look through your pictures and messages to know if you are with someone. I am still afraid of loosing you, even though you were never really mine.
The worst of it all is that I have no clue if I'll ever even see you again, and if I do see you, things will be different, we will no longer be the same people we were that summer and our love will be lost forever. Funny thing I said love. Did you love me? Did I love you? What were we, after all? Those questions only make harder for me to put an end on us inside my mind. If I could only know if it was real, if you were indeed mine, and I was yours, I would be in peace. Just knowing I had you, even that it was so brief, would make me happy. Because deep inside my heart I am so certain about you being the one. Deep inside my heart I know you are the one who would give me my happily ever after. I can lie to myself, I can look for someone else, and in the end, maybe we won't be together (life sometimes doesn't go as we plan), but I'll always know that you are the one for me, and I'm the one for you too.
Anf it doesn't matter how many hours, days or countries are between us. What I feel is stronger, for what I feel is real.
