I know you’ll never see this. I’m posting this here knowing it’s just screaming into the void, but I have to get it out.
I was listening to "I miss you, I'm sorry" today, and it all just came rushing back. Suddenly, I wasn't here anymore—I was back in those moments with you. I remembered the adrenaline of sneaking out just to see you for a few minutes, heart racing because I didn't have my parents' permission, but not caring because being with you felt worth the risk.
I remembered the pride I felt when I showed you off to my mum and my friends. I really believed in us. Two years... we spent two years building a world together. You were such a huge part of my life, and now you're just a memory I'm trying to outrun.
I try to deny it. I tell myself I’m over it, I tell everyone I’m fine, and I try to focus on what’s in front of me. But the truth is, I still think of you. I still wonder if, in your quiet moments, my name ever crosses your mind too.
Do you still think of me? Because no matter how hard I try to lock the door, you’re still there.
