I have nothing to offer that will make you stay. I wish I did. Every flashbacks that I have, from the conversations that we had, the phone calls, the silences that we had while we ate together, even when it was the first time I saw you. I really had nothing. That was probably why it all became temporary and not worth your time.

I sometimes wish, that a genie would grant my wish to take me back at the times where it made me happy while you were still there.

I have so many what ifs, that lead me to secretly hoping that you will reach out someday, please come back, please remember me someday, just please, hear me out, please try to remember that I was there.

I know you will not come back, and it hurts.
Everyday.
I think of you. Everyday.
I pray to God, about you.
Everyday.

I go to work, thinking of you.
Everyday.
I drive back home, thinking of you.
Everyday.

and, I am sorry .

I just wanted you to stay.