I wonder if we miss each other at the same times. If when I’m thinking about you, you’re thinking about me too. If a day that’s difficult for me is also difficult for you. I wonder if you feel the way I do.
It gets easier to resist the temptation to text you… but being without you hasn’t gotten any easier. I’m trying, I am. And I am happy most of the time. I know you are too. But it’s so hard sometimes when I come home in the evenings and I’m just… alone. I don’t get to tell you about my life. I don’t get to hear about your adventures. I don’t get to snuggle with you and not say anything because we don’t need to.
I miss so many things. I’m even sort of missing things that didn’t happen. Like the children we never had, the adventures we never went on, the places we didn’t see, the kisses I never gave you.
I miss you terribly. I’m trying to let go. I have to, I know. You’ll make a wonderful priest, and it breaks my heart because I’m still in love with you. Despite my best efforts, I’m still in love.
It feels like an eternity since I last spoke to you…. It’s been 3 weeks. I’m not sure how that’s possible. Feels like a lifetime.