Good night, how are you this evening? Tonight, I long for you even more, reminiscing about the times when we would call each other every night and simply share moments of stillness or engage in whatever our hearts desired. I yearn for those days when a call meant everything, where we could simply exist together without expectations. I miss those days where we can just call and do nothing. My love for you remains steadfast, and I wish you could understand the depth of it.
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
PoetryAn emotional blindness. A compilation of unsent letters and poems about how I feel. Mostly about yuuz.
