I’m tired of missing you. My heart feels worn out, drained from the constant ache of your absence. It’s not just the missing part—it’s the exhaustion that comes with knowing this feeling will always be a part of my life. There’s no escape from it.
Oddly enough, when we don’t speak for long hours daily, I manage. I cope. But the moment I let myself talk to you more often and for a long time, everything falls apart. I start to struggle with missing you all over again. It’s frustrating, not in a deeply angry way, but in a helpless way that gnaws at me.
I can’t even find the right words to describe it. I just know that I’m tired of this endless cycle. The sad part is, seeing you wouldn’t fix it. Even if we were together for a while, the ache would still be there, waiting for when the moments of distance return.
I wish I could break free from this feeling, but for now, all I can do is acknowledge it. I’m tired—tired of missing you, tired of how deeply this has settled in my chest.
