I left the door open, just in case someone I’ve been longing to see comes back.

Someone that I’ve been yearning to touch, to love, and to care about.

A figure that I have always been relying on, a figure that was there when no one else was.

A person who used to have, yet still has, a special place in my heart, who disappeared without saying anything.

The only thing that I got in return, while I was dumbfounded, waiting and waiting like the loyal puppy I am, was the deafening silence that I couldn’t bear-the silence that I never heard in our conversations, our laughter that never failed to make me smile, even while lying on the bed trying to fall asleep.

Yet there I am, lying on my bed, having a hard time sleeping because of the sudden disappearance that never left my mind.

The thought of you talking to me in such a lovely way makes me feel euphoric, yet drained.

Please… come back.

I’m still yearning, and I always will.