I reread the last letter he sent to me.
My phone doesn’t ring.
Not a single message from him.
I wonder if what we y had was all in my head.
If he even really cared when he left me on read.

I remember the times before we had to part,
How he slowly made his way into my heart.
With thoughtful words and a genuine goofy smile.
He was two in one a gentleman and a clown.

I would get nervous every time he winked at me.
“Does my hair look ok?” I’d wonder
“This outfit is weird” I’d sigh.
But he talked with me anyway not caring about these things.
With him time flew and I spoke without restraint.
He made me feel understood.
He seemed to fit the saying”the right guy is worth the wait”

Now, with everything that’s happened,
I wish I had hugged him tighter
The last time I saw him.
But how was I supposed to know
That distance would tear us apart like this.
We still talk from time to time
A little “How you doing?” Here
A little “Hey I miss you” there
But is it really enough?
Did he like me as much as I thought?

And now we’re both busy,
Different lives, different cities,
The feelings I fear are beginning to slip away.
But random memories still have their way.
I still remember the way I felt with his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
I re read his letter and wonder to myself
“I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him”