I Love You. I Miss You. Nothing Else Matters. Call Me.

What if healing a relationship was simpler than you think? A story about letting go of pride, overthinking, and choosing love instead. Life is actually very simple—much simpler than we tend to believe. We are the ones who make it complicated by constantly overthinking, analyzing, and surrounding ourselves with endless assumptions. We convince and frighten ourselves with all kinds of imagined outcomes, just to reassure ourselves that things won’t work anyway. But human relationships are, in truth, very simple: everyone wants to be loved, to belong to someone, to have the people who matter close to them. “I had a falling out with one of my friends five years ago,” a friend of mine told me. “In reality, it was something trivial. Both of our lives were in crisis—relationship struggles, divorce on the horizon. I was going through my own separation at the time. And just like that, our friendship ended over something insignificant, followed by a long silence…” Although she didn’t think about her former friend very often, she would occasionally hear through mutual acquaintances that the other woman still asked about her. She wondered how she could fix things, but couldn’t find a way back. “I missed her too,” my friend said, “but I didn’t know what to do.” And then one day—perhaps on an ordinary weekday, because the most important things often happen on the most ordinary days—she realized something: very few things truly matter in life, and who said what, or who was right, is not among them. If people matter to each other, then action is needed—not years of silent reflection over nothing.

So she wrote her a message. Not long, just the essence: I love you. I miss you. Nothing else matters. Call me. She replied the very next day. She was unbelievably happy to hear from her. Since then, they have been close again, speaking regularly—and not once have they brought up the past. Because it doesn’t matter what happened, who was right, or who made a mistake. None of that matters. What matters is that they found their way back to each other. Peace was restored between them. And every time I think about their reconciliation, I smile at the thought that the only love letter I ever wrote in my life… was to my friend. I love you. I miss you. Nothing else matters. Call me. I repeat it out loud. With just these few words, the world’s problems could be healed. Friendships, family ties, love—every kind of human connection could find resolution. People long lost could find their way back to each other, if only one of them had the courage to say these simple words. I love you. I miss you. Nothing else matters. Call me. I say it firmly. This is enough. Nothing more is needed. In these few words lies everything we all long for. Because, in truth, all anyone wants is to be together again. To rest in the quiet certainty that life is in order—that we are safe because the relationships that matter are still part of our lives. I love you. I miss you. Nothing else matters. Call me. I whisper it into the air. There are no expectations, no questions, nothing to prove, nothing to fear. No explanations are needed. It doesn’t matter what happened in the past weeks or months. Only this matters—this possibility. I love you. I miss you. Nothing else matters. Call me. — Agatha Seymour /This piece was written years ago. As I return, it finds its place here once again, unchanged./