Failing connections

Staring at my cellphone, I'm hoping you'd find time to wish me a great morning. I miss those mornings that I would wake up to your messages and feel glad that you thought of me before your busy day starts.

Have you ever missed someone so much that it already hurts? So much, that you can't help but think that they don't miss you at all. So much, that sometimes you feel that you're now just another person in their busy life - nothing special. So much, that all you can do is quietly hope that they'll remember you again because you know, deep down, that you can't, and won't, bring this issue up to them.

It is so hard whenever you recall those days when you were still spending time with each other - watching movies together, kwentuhan over coffee, random activities that you have no idea why you enjoy doing (probably because you're with them) - and then realize that those days are now just distant memories. You wonder how they are doing right now. You want to contact them but you're stopped by the idea that maybe, just maybe, they're actually really busy. You don't want to be a disturbance, after all. Then days, sometimes weeks, will pass without any communication with them...and then, one day, you'll helplessly realize that whatever's between you is just another failed connection.