*insert frustrating emotion here*

I wish I had an explanation for what I'm feeling right now. The truth is the more I try to explain it, even to myself,  the more confusing it becomes.

There's a pit at the bottom of my stomach. I feel like a part of me is missing. We were just friends. Honest. That's not to say the friendship wasn't special. Because it was. And despite the last couple of months, I still think very highly of you. But I get attached to people. Long after they're done with me. I get attached to the idea of what was there. The romanticism of knowing another human being on a deeper level. A bad choice of words, perhaps, but I wrote them.

We haven't even been that close lately. Maybe that was it. I tried to force it back to it's origins. Maybe I'm just too much. Maybe I could go on forever wondering what I did wrong.

It's not that my mind never considered the possibility of something more. But it didn't seem possible, given the circumstances. And I was okay with that. But now...

If you ever read this...and you know who you are...I miss you more than I probably ought to. And I don't know what that means.

But I'm here if you ever change your mind. If you ever decide to talk to me again. Decide that you want me in your life after all.

And I want you to know something else. You can tell me absolutely anything. Anything. No matter what. Despite how I've been lately, and if you remember from when we did talk, I'm a pretty good listener.

But in case we don't ever talk again, may God lead you in your decisions. May you set out after your goals and dreams and reach higher than you ever imagined.

I hope you have a wonderful life.

And I hope you dance.