“Just sometimes I can only be myself with you.”
We can go months without talking and then —
sometimes stuff you say really elicits an emotional reaction from me. And isn’t it weird how greatly we can still affect one another after all this time and distance? I can’t be delusional, because I know it’s mutual.
Perhaps you still dial in to heart station, the secret frequency of hertz waves still transmitting silently.
Truthfully, I really do miss you. And I only realize it, and understand it completely, when I find I’m missing the person I used to be, too.
But I like who I am now, better. So while I miss you, I value me.