To the person I’ve been thinking of texting:
It has been a really long time, and I wish we kept in touch. I’m sorry I didn’t.
You are a person I want to keep from a time I want to forget.
It has been so many years, and every now and then I have a dream of running into you and catching up. Nothing big, just talking for a few minutes. There is a heavy pain every time I wake up, realizing it isn’t real.
But every time in every dream you are a little different, every time you have changed as I have.
I don’t just want to remember you as you were, I want to know you as you are.
When I finally text you (which I think will be soon), please don’t push me away.