I wish you knew
how much I still think about you.
Not in a dramatic way,
not all the time,
just in those small,
unexpected moments.
I wish you knew
how much I tried
to move on…
and how I'm still trying.
I wish you knew
that even now,
a part of me
still hopes
you'll come back.
Not because I need you,
but because
I never really stopped
wanting you.