I was flipping through one of my old notebooks and found a short little snippet. You can probably guess that I added to it a little to share with y’all today. Be sure to tell me what you think about it!

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Do you believe in love?

How many times will I look at his texts? Their meaning deeper to me than to him. Even now, as I reread them for the billionth time, I feel a ever growing sadness. It consumes me, clouds my thoughts when there is nothing left to think about. When I lay awake at night. Staring into the darkness beyond, I can only image what a life with him would look like. That life is far from my reach, more of a dream than a future.

I know that more than anyone. He is in love with another girl, and they’re happy together. I’m happy for him. For them.

It is hard when you are the only one in love. No feeling is worse than loving someone and having to watch them love another.

Do you believe in love? Yeah, I used to.

Slowly, we drifted apart. After years of him ignoring me, I think I have finally given up. I’ve finally moved on. There are still times when I think about him. When I wonder if he’s okay. When I wonder what he is doing. Or if he still thinks of me. It can be depressing sometimes.

My only comfort is the rain. I love when it rains. It drives away my doubts, my fears, my worries. I can get so lost in the rain. In the comfort it brings.

Little did I know, he sent it just for me.

Little did I know, he still thinks of me. Little did I know, he wishes he hadn’t been so blind. Little did I know that my love for him wasn’t one sided. Little did I know that he has been searching for me.

It wasn’t until he showed up on my doorstep that I realized. He loved me. Loved me enough to search the ends of the earth to find me. I had given up on him, but he had never given up on me.

Do you believe in love?

There’s still hope for me.