To my certain someone,

Hey, Ge, 

I hope you’re doing okay.

As for me, I’m hanging in there.

I have to be strong, even though it feels so hard sometimes.

I’m sorry if I sound weak, but I can’t help it. I miss you so much that just getting through each day feels like a challenge. 

At night, I can’t stop thinking about the times when I could feel your presence beside me, the comfort of your warmth wrapping around me.

When midnight comes, I dream of you—those moments feel so real that waking up almost feels cruel.

And every morning, the first thing that crosses my mind is you. It’s like you’re the only thought I carry, the only thing that fills up my heart and my mind.