dykily

I know life gets busy.
I know you’re busy, and so am I.
And to be fair—that’s just how life is. We get caught up in things. Days turn into weeks—and before you know it, so much time has passed that reaching out starts feeling a bit... strange.
But I don’t know.
I just think some things are worth fixing.
Some people—especially you, are worth the uncomfortable conversations. Worth swallowing my pride for. Worth sitting down and saying, “Okay... tell me where did we even lose each other?”
I don’t think every ending is supposed to stay an ending.
I think people don’t stop caring.
They just stop knowing what to do with everything they’re feeling.
Now—I could be wrong.
It could be this is one of those things that’s meant to stay where it is.
But if it were you...
I think I’d still try. I’d come back to the conversation. I’d start over if I had to.
And if I ever got another chance with you—
I don’t think I’d let it go so easily.