It has been a while since I left. No calls or texts from you. Sometimes, I feel like picking up the phone just to hear the sound of your voice and sometimes I feel like you don’t care about me anymore. But deep down, I know, leaving was for the best.
Sometimes, I imagine how life would have been like having you here with me. We would have lots of laughter and tears. I am sure you’d be there to hold my hand every time I faced difficulty and you’d assure me that this will pass. You’d tell me that you will always be by my side and never let go of me. My face would resemble every other girl’s face when you would hold my hands and look through my eyes to see the depths of my soul. You would say that you will always love me.
I imagined having you by my side, to hold and cry with me even when you didn’t know what was wrong. But just having you there as a companion and a shoulder to cry on any time I needed it, would be the love and support I needed to get back on my feet.