As I mourned the loss of my second love, I realized how wrong I had been for years. I didn’t love him the way I loved you. That second “heart break” was easily forgotten and once I finally decided to end the relationship with him, I didn’t look back; not like with you.
Three years later and I find myself in somber at the thought of you with someone else, while I’ve accepted that he has moved on a million times over. But with you, I cannot let go. I will always love you. And I fear that, because I know I can never have you like I used to. I’m coming to accept a life I never imagined- one where I go through my days always yearning for what will never fully be there. You are gone, but everyday I miss you. And everyday I wish it was the day where you miss me too.
Until next time,