I Still Miss You

A Letter to the Love I Lost

To Daniel,

Writing this is harder than I ever imagined. Every word is a stab to my heart, a reminder of the love I once had and lost. I miss you in ways that words will never fully capture. It breaks me to admit that despite everything, despite time passing, I still think about you every single day. You are a shadow in my thoughts, an ache in my chest, a memory I cannot let go of.

I miss you. I miss us. I miss how, on our good days, we were unstoppable. You made me feel alive, cherished, understood. When we laughed, it was effortless, and when we held each other, the world melted away. You were my safe space, my home, my best friend. But I walked away. I chose something else, thinking it would be better, and in doing so, I lost the best thing I ever had.

I have spent every day since searching for you in the eyes of others. No one compares. No one understands me the way you did. No one makes me feel the way you did. I wish I could go back and change everything. I wish I had chosen you. I wish I had fought harder. I wish, as recently as last night, that I had married you. Maybe life would still be difficult, but at least I would have had you.

I wish I could rewrite our story. I wish I could undo the choices that led us here. But all I can do is live with the consequences and whisper my regrets into the void, hoping that somehow, you hear them.

The Memories That Won’t Fade

Do you remember our nights together? The way we would stay up talking until the world outside faded away? The way we would hold each other like we were the only two people in existence? I miss that. I miss our date nights. I miss your kiss. I miss the way you smelled, the way your arms wrapped around me like a shield against everything bad in this world. I miss the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn’t watching. I miss the way I felt with you—safe, loved, complete.

And I miss the way you made me forget my problems. With you, life felt lighter. The burdens I carried seemed smaller, the storms less violent. You were my calm in the chaos, my anchor in the storm.

But I walked away. And now, all I have are these memories, playing on repeat, torturing me with what I lost.

Wishing for a Different Reality

I don’t know how to move on. I tell myself I have to. That I should. That you already have. But it’s hard when every fiber of my being wishes for a different reality. A reality where we made it. A reality where we fought through our struggles and held on instead of letting go.

I turned on the notifications on my old phone today—the one I haven’t used in months. And when I heard the familiar chime, my heart clenched. It reminded me of you. It reminded me of all the times you called me, of all the times we talked for hours about everything and nothing.

Why couldn’t it have been you? Why couldn’t we have made it work? Why couldn’t you be the one who stayed? Why didn’t you try harder? Why didn’t you fight for us? I torture myself with these questions, knowing they have no answers, knowing it won’t change anything. But I still ask them, over and over again.

A Love That Lives in Letters

I write to you often. Not letters you will ever see, but letters I keep for myself, a private sanctuary where I pour out my pain. This is one of them. Maybe it helps me. Maybe it doesn’t. But it’s all I have left.

Daniel, I miss you. More than I can express. More than I can bear. I miss what we had. I miss what we could have been. And I know—deep down—I have to let you go.

I know we weren’t meant to be. I know you don’t want me, and I know I can’t want you. But knowing doesn’t make it easier. Knowing doesn’t stop the pain.

Life is unbearably hard right now. I feel like I’m drowning, and there’s no one there to pull me up. If nothing else, I wish I had your support. I wish I had your comfort, your presence, your love. Maybe then, I wouldn’t feel so lost.

But this is my reality. A reality where you are just a memory, and I am just someone who still loves you in silence.

Conclusion

Some love stories don’t get happy endings. Some remain unfinished, lingering in the spaces between memories and regrets. Maybe one day, I will move on. Maybe one day, I won’t miss you anymore. But today is not that day.

Today, I still love you. Today, I still miss you. Today, I still wish things had been different.

But all I have left are these words, and a love that echoes in the silence.