Hey there,
So, I’ve got this blank page staring back at me. Just one. And I’ve decided to keep it that way—empty, untouched, waiting. It’s not because I’m out of words or ideas. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of those. But this page? It’s for you. Just in case.
I don’t know if you’ll ever come back. Honestly, I don’t even know if I want you to. But here’s the thing about love—or whatever it is we had—it doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. It hides in the corners of your mind, in the songs you skip too quickly, in the way you still reach for your phone at 2 a.m. even though you know you shouldn’t.
So, this blank page is my way of saying… I don’t know. Maybe it’s a peace offering. Maybe it’s a tiny, stubborn part of me that still hopes. Or maybe it’s just a reminder that some stories don’t get neat endings. They just kind of… stop. And that’s okay.
I’ve thought about filling this page a hundred times. I could write about the way you laughed when you were nervous or how you always stole the fries off my plate even though you swore you didn’t like them. I could write about the fights—the ones that felt like they’d never end—or the quiet moments that made me forget why we were fighting in the first place.
But I won’t. Because this page isn’t about the past. It’s about the possibility of a future. A future where maybe, just maybe, we find our way back to each other. Or maybe we don’t. Either way, this page will be here. Empty. Waiting.
I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’m not holding my breath. I’m living my life, figuring things out, and trying to be okay with the fact that some questions don’t have answers. But if you ever do come back, this page is yours. No questions asked.
Until then, I’ll keep it blank. Just in case.
— Me