I wonder how you’re doing; and why you never gave an answer to all the means of communication I held on to wanting to keep in touch with you.
But I do hope you’re well.
I miss you, and I always choose to know and hope and pray that you’re doing okay. It may break me into pieces seeing that you don’t and won’t do the same, but it’s alright.
I will keep on trying to understand how you seem to be the one trying to move on when I’m definitely the one who should be.
This isn’t you, if you think it is.