How do I tell you ?
You tell me you miss me . When you go out for shopping with your sister , when you eat out , when you go to the movies , when you enjoy at a wedding with cousins, when you do nothing , when you go to bed , you long for me.
I do , too.
But how do I tell you this , when , I'm , and you too , in a way responsible for what has happened to us ? When it was me who stopped caring at one point , actually never stopped caring , but stopped showing , and when showing became the most important part for you.
How do I tell you, that whenever I remember God I remember you, I ask him what is to be of us and whether what I did was what he wants; when it's me who wanted to sabotage this , for my family , for myself , for you . When I prioritised myself and my comfort over my love.
When my love was not enough .