I know I’m not allowed to reach out, and I’m not allowed to speak to or message you, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. I know I’m the one who had to say goodbye, but it was because you were being avoidant, which was hurting me, and had been hurting me for a long time. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. I still miss all of the good times, all of the happy memories, all of the cuddles, all of the forever promises. I miss sitting on the settee together, watching a film together. I miss sitting on a park bench with you and watching the world pass us by. I miss cuddling you, and how safe I felt in your arms. I miss who you were before your entire personality changed on the 30th of November. Occasionally, part of you returned, for small pockets of time, and I held onto that you so tightly that it hurt. I was so desperate for that you to return. I miss you so much. Today has been a cry in bed all day kind of day, because no matter what I try to start or what I try to do, my heart just keeps reminding me of you. I didn’t leave because I didn’t care. I left because I cared and it was hurting me. I still love you and I still miss you. I’m scared that if I told you I miss you, it still wouldn’t fix things. What if you were still avoidant, distant, inconsistent and unable to provide basic human communication? What if you’ve moved on, don’t care anymore or found someone else? All of those things are valid and you’re completely allowed to have those things… and you’re allowed to have not changed and not be able to offer basic communication that I need to feel safe. None of those things mean that this doesn’t hurt still… that I’m not still in love with you… that I don’t still miss you. I will always love you, and I will always miss you. Today has just felt really hard. I just want my Dexter cuddle and for everything to feel okay again. I haven't stopped crying. I haven't stopped caring. I haven't stopped loving you.
- Josie -


