Hello.
I miss you.
I miss me without you.
I miss the version of you I thought I knew,
The one I thought knew me.
The version of you that could make all my worries slip away,
and the one that made me feel beautiful.
I want to be beautiful.
I want to tell you all my problems so they can fade away,
I want you to want me.
To tell me all your problems.
To cry on my shoulder and truly trust me.
Do you miss me?
I miss me with you.
I miss you.
Hello?
Cristiana Libby, ’25