One Morning.

"I wonder if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me. That some incident in your life would have finally taught you the value of my worth. And you will feel a surge of longing when you remember how good I was for you.
When this day comes I hope you will look for me. I hope you will look with the kind of conviction I'd always hoped for, but never had. Because I want to be found. And I hope it will be you - who finds me.”

Long Leav- modified

I noted this down last summer. One year ago. 365 days left me wondering how I am able to still feel the same way. Lost and hopeless. Still holding on and letting go at the same time. Trying to juggle the thoughts that visit me from time to time... at late nights, in crowds, traveling or lying in  my sheets.  Awake. Wondering if I lost someone I never truly had. Feeling afraid and ashamed for loving someone so fiercely who just had to invest half a heart to keep my love on hold and my mind in a loop..

When did this happen...? Where was the point where I attached my hopes to the idea of us and my dreams to your face ...making it impossible to let go because a part of you felt like the warmth of a home to my heart.

Your reasons excused my reality.
It is time for closure. 
I shut my eyes and wonder...
if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me.