I’m just a little afraid. I’m afraid that you’ll always have a piece of my heart. I’m afraid that I’ll never really get over you and keep hoping for you to come back. 

Hope. That’s what I’m living with. I’m living with the hope that in the end, you’ll find your way back to me. 

It’s not that I’m not happy and it’s not that there aren’t other people in my life. There are days when I jump with joy but then there are days when I miss you and I don’t want to get out of my house. 

All I’m saying is, someday, somehow, I hope you  find your way back to me.