Author: Jonathan Reese
Date: April 26, 2025
I still find myself thinking about you—more often than I care to admit. There’s something about the way we met, the connection we shared for that brief moment, that keeps lingering in my mind. I know things ended on a weird note, but if I’m being honest with myself, I can’t help but wish we had the chance to try again, but this time, just as friends.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what could have been, and I know it’s probably not healthy to obsess over it. But here I am, caught in a loop of thoughts that I can’t seem to break free from. The way you smiled at me, the way your eyes would light up when you laughed, all of that still stays with me, even now. I hate that it does because I know it’s in the past. We were both at different places in our lives, and I think I got caught up in the idea of what we could’ve been rather than what we were.
I’m not sure if you ever noticed, but I had this weird longing for you. Maybe it was because I never expected to find someone like you, or maybe it was the attraction that came naturally. I never really talked about it at the time. I guess I was scared. But I’ve come to realize, a lot of my feelings were more than just physical attraction. There was something else there, too. Something deeper. I’m not sure if you felt that same way or if it was just me projecting my own desires, but the moments we shared felt real in a way that I couldn’t explain.
I feel almost embarrassed admitting this now, but I think the hardest part is not knowing if you ever felt the same. Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. And maybe I’m just being foolish, hoping for something that’s long gone. But part of me still wonders if things could’ve turned out differently if we had just had more time.
You’ve probably moved on by now. It’s been a while, after all. And I know I should, too. But I can’t help but wonder, if we were to somehow find each other again, could we start over? Could we just be friends, and perhaps rebuild what was left behind? Not with any expectations—just a fresh start, with no pressure, no baggage, no confusing feelings. Just the chance to be in each other’s lives again, but this time, in a way that makes sense.
I guess I’ll never know. I don’t even know if you still think about me, or if I’ve just been holding onto some illusion of what could’ve been. Either way, it’s hard to let go of something that felt so real, even if it was just for a short while.
Maybe it’s time to stop wondering. But then again, maybe part of me will always be hoping that one day, we’ll find our way back to that simple space where we could just be two people, talking and laughing, without all the other complications. Wouldn’t that be nice?
