There are things that I want to tell you, that I want you to know. So many things, which can be summed up in three words: I miss you. 

I'm not certain how this gaping silence came into existence, but it seems it is affecting me more than I want it to. For months, I'd wake up in the morning with a message from you, at least a word, or maybe more. Before I shut my eyes late in the evening, your text on the screen would be the last image etched in my thoughts. Or maybe a photo of yourself. Or a silly sticker.

But now. 

It seems as if we have succumbed to being strangers yet again. I can't deny it, but it hurts. And just like the events of the past which I vowed wouldn't allow to happen yet again, I have been abandoned. Once more. Or maybe just on the brink of being abandoned. 

Perhaps I am to blame -- because I probably am not interesting enough, not attractive enough, not intelligent enough. Maybe I really am dull and not worth anyone's time.

Still.

It wouldn't hurt to say that you no longer wish to speak to me. I would completely understand; besides, didn't we say we'd be honest that way? 

Or maybe.

Maybe we're both waiting for the other to make our presence felt. 

But I don't want to be a bother; I am of no significance after all. I know you're busy living your life and I just...don't want to interfere. I'm sorry if I'd only been a distraction.

All I ask is for you to tell me that you no longer want anything to do with me. The brutal truth.

The sting will be worth the peace that follows.

I deserve that bit, don't I?