(This sort of sounds like a poem.)
Hope
I still hope that you will knock on my door one night and apologize. That you will have missed me as much as I missed you. That you cannot live without me.
I don’t actually believe this will happen. I know things like this do not happen in real life. It is meant for movies and books.
But I can’t help but wonder if the white car in the parking lot is yours or if the noise P hears might be you walking up the stairs.
My thoughts are always about you. My tears are always for you. Happy memories or sad thoughts about why you did this to us.
I hope you find what you were looking for that was not with me.
I hope that you learn to communicate with whoever comes after me.
I hope that I can let go of you. Even though I don’t want to.
I hope you know I would have done so much to keep you if you had just talked to me.
I miss you. I miss T. I miss us.
I am trying to give up hope.