if forever comes, is it waiting?

I lie here, 

my body is tired, 

but my mind is awake.

I hear music that reminders me of you, 

one song in particular, a happy song,

that evoked a deep sadness within me.

I don't know if you've ever heard it, 

but you'd like it. 

I gave you the letter,

not too long ago. 

I wrote a note for practical concerns,

I wonder when you'll get back to me,

if you do.

I see your stories,

and I'm glad you're having a nice time.

And I want to reach out, but I know it'll only make you love me less.

So I'll wait.

Except I don't know if it is waiting, if forever comes, 

is forever waiting?

I feel stressed,

and I long for the comfort of your words, 

I would really believe them this time.

Doing things alone is hard.

I can't believe this is how a lot of people live,

partnerless. 

It feels a bit empty. 

But I don't want a partner. 

I want you.

I miss you.

Did my letter upset you?

Did it come across wrong?

Do you wish to be further from me after reading?

Did you even read it?

I wish you missed me, 

I would only need you to tell me once.