Nothing would bring me more happiness than to hear from you. Even if it is only in the form of a text saying "how's it going?" I hold on to the hope that you will reach out to me just so I can have some reassurance that you acknowledge my existence from a distance. I will open my door wide at the quietest knock from your uncertain knuckles. I just need to know that you really do care enough to rap upon my door in the first place. Your small frame at my threshold is all I dream about.