I know it’s been a few years, 2 years and 6 months to be exact,
and I still miss you.
I think about you every other day.
If not, every day at least for a few seconds…

I still can’t believe we’re not together.

I know I’m to blame.

Even after I broke up with you,
you still made sure that I was okay.
That’s the type of person you are, genuine and caring.
I still think about how stupid I was to let you go.

You were the world to me and I was too dumb and young to see it.

Not to sound too cliche, but you were the one that got away.

I’ll never find anyone to replace you, and I don’t say that to sound dramatic or anything , but simply because your kind is a dying breed.

Sometimes I just sit and reminisce in our little arguments about who loved who more.
And I guess in the end we got our answer.

I reminisce in our drawing game battles and our movie dates.
I miss those.
Maybe I sound crazy, but I swear sometimes I can still hear your smile when you talk and your contagious laugh.

Sometimes I day dream and see you smiling right back at me.
Like you see me too.
I wonder if you ever think about me as much as I think about you.
I know it’s been over two years, but I still can’t get over you..

I never wanted to hurt her.

I knew I was her world,
But she deserves the universe.

And I hope somewhere out there
There’s one where I love her back.

I was never able to love her the way she wanted to be loved.

She’d look at me with those beautiful doe eyes and I’d just die inside because I knew I could never give her the slightest bit of love she embodied.

She deserves so much more than I can give her.

I only hope that one day someone will love her far beyond I ever could.

When I sit and think about you,
I have to face the harsh reality
that I’m grieving a person that doesn’t exist anymore…
This version of you isn’t in love with me.
You probably don’t think about me as much as I do of you.
I wonder if you ever sit and fantasize of what could be or if you’ve forgotten all about me.

I hope somewhere deep down you wish that your “one” could of been me, because god do I wish mine was you.

I never fully understood what it felt like to love someone who isn’t yours to love.

To miss someone who isn’t mine to miss.

To dream about someone who isn’t mine to dream about.


I sit here fantasizing about the future we could have
When you’re  already committed to another one.

I drown out the judgement and the probable  rejection
As I blindly love someone who probably doesn’t love me back.

Dimly, from a nearly forgotten perception as blurred as the substance itself,
Heartbreak.
His bare chest,
Freezing.
Her lips,
Numb.
The silence tied around them both…

I thought I loved you,
But I think I just loved the way you loved me...