I’m afraid I’m never going to move on from him ghosting me. I’m afraid that I will always wish it was him hugging me, kissing me, talking to me. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to say I love you to someone else and mean it, that I will always wish it was him saying those words to me. I’m afraid that he was meant to be my person, my soulmate, and my soul will forever be reaching out into the void and calling to his and will never hear an echo back.
