Is it when every fiber of your being wishes you could talk to them, and you miss them when they are gone? But not only just miss them you….. Crave their presence. Like it completes you in a sense. They make you feel full and happy and worry-less. They were the only one to make you feel truly safe and at peace.

When you spend sleepless nights reminiscing of being held by them, wishing you could go back in time?

Is it being willing to go back even if they may have hurt you, not talking about abuse of course. But being willing to forget that because your love is strong?

Or is it being willing to understand that maybe they just don’t feel that same way, and that they won’t ever again, they won’t ever talk to you and you probably will never see them again, and that’s okay? You have to let them go because if it’s meant to be, it will be and all that jazz?