I miss those nights. The quiet midnights where the world slowed down, and it was just you and me on a call. I miss reading you poems, my voice soft and unsure, and you listening like every word mattered.
I miss how, without hesitation, you would grab your keys, drive for hours just to see me.. no second thoughts, no excuses.
We didn’t need anything grand. No fancy places, no perfect outfits. Just you showing up. Just us sitting in a car, eating late-night drive-thru food, talking about love like it was the only thing that existed. Back then, I never had to question where I stood with you. I never had to wonder if I was included in your day, in your thoughts, in your life.. I just knew...
And now… I don’t know anymore.
Now it feels like you can go through an entire day without me being part of it, while I’m here holding onto memories that still feel real to me. I find myself asking questions I never used to ask..
am I safe with you?
am I loved the right way?
or am I just holding onto something that no longer feels the same for you?
I’m not asking for grand gestures.
I’m not asking for perfection.
I’m just asking for presence... For effort. For the kind of love that doesn’t make me feel alone while I’m still in it.
Because I’m still here.. not out of habit, not out of pity, but because I chose you then… and I’m still choosing you now.
I just need to know if you’re choosing me too.
takecare amy yin...
