I miss you. I know we haven’t talked in months, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You were my first love. Isn’t that crazy? At 15 I found the person I cared about more than anything. I’ve listed to your favorite songs, watched your favorite movies, and read your favorite books. I’ve daydreamed about our future together. I even spent my whole 16th birthday wishing you could be there. But I guess it just doesn’t work out that way for people like us.
I am so sorry. I know you say wasn’t my fault, but I still feel as if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have been sent away. I am so worried. All I want is to know that you are okay. Every part of me aches to text you. But I can’t put you in danger again.
Multiverse theory says there are infinite versions of us. That thought brings me comfort. Somewhere out there, I am with you tonight.
I know that I can find you in any world and that I’ll love you in every one of them. I know that in this lifetime, at least for now, we seem to be constantly kept apart. But from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one.
I don’t believe in fate or star-crossed lovers. I believe in choices. I will choose to wait for you, no matter how long it may take.
When I miss you, I think of all the worlds where I am with you tonight. Maybe someday it won’t be wrong for two girls to be in love. But for now, that thought is enough.
PS: I still haven’t stopped listening to our Spotify blend.