I never knew that saying I miss you would be as hard as this. It’s not because the first two words, it’s because the last word: you. I always tried to keep it to myself. I don’t want you to know. I don’t need anyone knows about this. Let it be a secret between myself and I.
But you always appear and disappear anytime you want. Make me forget that you’re exist, and make me realise that you’re there. Then, I miss you.
I am tired of this. I’m sick of keeping this all by myself.
This time, let me point it out. I miss you.