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To the One Who Left Too Soon

Wish you the best by Lewis Capaldi

I wish I could see you again.
I wonder where you are.
All those things I once thought mattered—
they never really did.

I’m a little older now,
but I haven’t quite grown up.
And I’m happy.
I’m in love.
I plan to marry the love of my life.
I’m 21,
and I’m already so in love with him.

Funny, isn’t it?
We both thought we’d never be with anyone—
that no one could really handle us
except each other.
We imagined so much—
some amazing,
some absurd,
some downright ridiculous.

The childhood, the dreams, the daydreams...
Childish dreams build the memories, don’t they?
Wishful thinking and empty promises—
forgotten maybe,
but still lingering,
still shaping us.
We become who we are slowly,
steadily.

I miss you.
It’s been a long time.
But I wish I could say
what I’ve always wanted to say.
And yet,
I won’t say it here.
I’ll keep those words for myself.
I hope you understand.
I guess you already know.

I wish I knew where you are.
I wish I could smile with you again.
Live out the rest of our childhood innocence—
just once more.

Sigh…
But I’m happy.
I want you to be happy too—
whether or not it’s with me,
whether or not it’s here.
I just want you to be happy.

Come visit me in my dreams again.
Tell me what you’ve been up to.

Honestly,
I stopped missing you for a while.
Stopped grieving,
stopped thinking about you—
for a while.

But today,
somehow,
after all this time,
I remember again:
I still miss you.
So very much.

It’s strange,
how the heart knows what it knows,
even after all these years.
And here I am—
still thinking about you.
Still thinking about those short,
yet precious moments.

Sitting outside on my balcony,
listening to Lewis Capaldi.
If you were here,
you’d call his music lame—
but I know you’d secretly listen anyway,
because you’d love his voice.

And now,
at the end of everything I’ve written,
there’s only one thing left to say:

I wish you’d never left.
But instead,
I only wish you the best.








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