Dear Diary,
It’s been almost a month. No texts. No messages. Just silence.
And I don’t even know if I have the right to feel this way—because we were just at the beginning… just two people slowly becoming something, maybe friends, maybe more, or maybe nothing at all.
But I miss him.
Not because we were so close, but because something about him felt different. Safe. Easy. Like maybe this time, I wouldn't have to try so hard to be seen.
I keep wondering—was it me?
Did I say too little? Did my silence push him away before I even got the courage to open up?
I know I shouldn’t hold on to something that hasn’t even started…
But my heart doesn't always listen to logic.
It just misses.