Please love me again

I remember being afraid to like you, but I did.

I remember being afraid to love you, but I did.

And then, I was afraid to lose you, but somehow, I lost you anyway.

You slipped away little by little, so quietly I almost didn’t notice.

At first, it was the late replies, the conversations that felt more like obligations than something you wanted.

Then it was the silences that stretched longer and longer, until silence was all that was left.

But i still can’t let go.

I still check my phone, hoping to see your name, knowing I won’t.

I still stay up at night, replaying our last conversation, wondering if I could’ve said something, anything, to make you stay.