Every minute of today is a constant reminder of how happy we were supposed to be together this weekend. Tonight was the night that I told you I couldn’t imagine seeing myself with anyone else. Instead, I’m still here. My bags are still sitting next to my door, as if I’m going to grab them and head out the door at any moment. If I unpack this bag, it makes the mess we’re in real. I’m secretly hoping that any moment now, you’ll pick up the phone and tell me to take the next available flight out. Because I would come running. Until that moment happens or until you make a decision though, the silence and miles between us is agonizing. Truth be told, I’m glad I could still feel this way about you though. Everything is unclear and complicated. But I can’t imagine that it’s been easy for you either. I hope you find some comfort in knowing that I’ll be there for you when you need me. I don’t care if that makes me look like a doormat. It’s foolish to lose someone you care about over your pride. You’ve left an indelible impression on me and unless you know how to erase that mark, I’ll be here and I’m waiting on you.