I never thought I’d miss something so simple.

A “Good morning.”

A random call.

A “Kumain ka na ba?”

Those little things I used to receive without asking.

Now I find myself staring at my phone more than I should, hoping your name will appear. Hoping I’ll hear the ringtone I used to look forward to. Hoping today will be different.

But the screen stays quiet.

And somehow, that silence is louder than any words.

I keep wondering what changed.

Was I too easy to leave waiting?

Did you get too busy?

Did I slowly become someone you no longer thought about?

I don’t know.

And maybe that’s the hardest part.

You never said goodbye.

You just stopped showing up.

I miss your voice.

I miss hearing you laugh.

I miss the way you used to make time for me, even for a few minutes.

Now, I don’t even know if you’re okay.

I don’t know if you think about me.

I don’t know if you miss me too.

It’s strange how someone can become part of your everyday life, then suddenly become the reason your days feel incomplete.

I’m not asking for hours of your time.

I’m not asking for endless conversations.

I just miss knowing that I mattered enough for a message.

Enough for a call.

Enough for a simple, “I’m here.”

Maybe you don’t realize it.

But your silence has been talking to me every single day.

And every day, I keep hoping it will finally end.