I’ve been standing on this corner for days now, hoping somehow you’d pass by like you used to, like nothing ever changed between us. People look at me like I’ve lost my mind, maybe I have, but I don’t know where else to go when every place just reminds me of you. I told myself if I stayed long enough, maybe fate would bring you back to me. “If you ever miss me, you know exactly where to find me,” I murmur, half hoping the wind carries it to you. I’m not moving on, not yet, because leaving this spot feels like letting you go for real and I’m not ready for that.