I stood calmly under the starry sky, feeling the gentle breeze on my face. The night is quiet, except for the occasional sound of a wind whistling and passing by. I look at the moon, wondering if you are looking at it too, wherever you are.
We used to walk together in this park, holding hands and talking about our dreams. You always made me laugh with your jokes and stories. You always smiled from my kisses, and from the compliments I gave. You always made me happy with your presence and love.
But then you had to go. You had to leave me for a better opportunity, a bigger challenge, a brighter future. You said you would come back soon, that you would keep in touch, that you would never forget me. You said you loved me more than anything, and that nothing would change that.
I believed you. I still do. But it's been so long since I heard from you. So long since I saw your face, heard your voice, felt your touch. So long since I felt alive.
I miss you so much. I worry about you every day. I wonder if you are safe, if you are happy, if you are still mine. I wonder if you ever think of me, if you ever miss me, if you ever regret leaving me.
I try to be strong, to be patient, to be hopeful. But it's hard. It's hard to live without you, to smile without you, to breathe without you.
So I come here every night, hoping to see you again, hoping to hear your footsteps behind me, hoping to feel your arms around me. I come here every night, waiting for you to return, waiting for you to say that you are sorry, waiting for you to say that you love me.
I come here every night, until the dawn breaks, until the flowers wilt, until the moon fades.
I come here every night, until you return.
