Maybe he doesn’t miss you after all, but I know he still thinks about you.
He’s driving down the road and he sees the exact spot where you wrecked his car. He thinks about the way you had tears in your eyes and couldn’t stop saying you were sorry.
He’s going through his closet and sees the shirt you got him for his birthday. He thinks about the way you were biting your lip as he opened it, just hoping he’d love it.
He’s walking down the grocery store aisle and sees your mom. She smiles at him, and she looks so much like you. He wonders how you and your family have been. He hasn’t heard from you in so long.
He’s looking for his old notebook and stumbles across the scrapbook you gave him. He could never bring himself to throwing it away. He can’t help but opening it, and his heart beats a little faster as he turns the pages.
He’s on your road for the first time in months, and looking at your driveway is almost painful. All he can see is you running out of your front door, smiling from the east to the west, jumping into his arms.
So maybe he doesn’t miss you after all, but I promise he still thinks about you. You were kind, you were caring, and you were brave in the way you loved him.
That is a love he will never forget.
excerpt from an unfinished book #94 // It still matters even if it wasn’t meant to last forever