nd yesterday, I saw you again. Those eyes—I can't forget how beautiful they are. I stared at you as if I were seeing an angel. I wanted to talk to you, to ask how you are, how you've been, and to tell you that I missed you. Every second of the last four years. Four years and ten days, exactly.
But I was scared, like a child afraid of monsters. I couldn't stop shivering, like I was having a panic attack. I've had so many panic attacks over the last four years. I looked at you, then looked down, realizing we don't talk to each other anymore.
I wanted to tell you the stories of my life. To share every moment I've spent without you, the pain I've felt, the people I've annoyed, and the nights I've spent staring at the ceiling. I wanted to tell you about the prayers I've sent to God, the times I've thought about ending my life, the failures I've encountered. I wanted to tell you about the times I've cried thinking of you, and even the times I've laughed at memories of you.