I thought of you yesterday. I sat on the railing where we said our goodbyes.

That place reminded me of you way before we ever even met there. Because of the signs. Because of the people. The area wreaks of memories and hopes and dreams and comfort and love and sadness of what never was.

The thing is that no matter how much I think I've moved on, you're always there in the back of my mind. 

I'm not ready to let go completely.

I want to see you. I want to talk. I want to feel like I matter to you.

When will we meet again?