You.
You were a breath of fresh air during a humid hot day.
One where if you ran too long it would take a few painful minutes to catch that oxygen into your lungs again, a day where sweat seemed to build up in places you had yet to discover.
Yes, you were that breeze that made my hair lift off of my shoulders and bounce all the way to my ears.
You made me feel light and peachy.
You.

But then I realized that you were the one adding all of the extra weight.
You balanced off the scale every once in a while to make it seem like you weren't holding me down by the shoulders.
You tricked me into thinking I was smaller than I really was so I felt vulnerable and trapped.
Made me think the world was too big for me to explore.
You made me think I would get lost.
Made me think I was lost.
You.

Me.
Maybe I am lost,
That could be on me.
I want to find you.
I want you and I to be happy.
And it may seem silly that I do feel this way.
But I miss being able to breathe, and I miss seeing you every day.
I do.

I rather have that weight on my shoulders, even though it felt like a ton.
It kept me down on my feet, made sure I didn’t run.
You made me think I would get lost.
Now look where I am.
I feel so small, and I know it may be my fault.
But I want you to know I don’t resent you at all.
You can always talk to me if you need some fresh air.
You can forever come to me, I’ll always be there.

I loved you.
Like a little kid loves the scent of their mother's perfume,
the same familiar smell that screams "it will be alright" whenever it comes upon your gentle face.
whenever something feels wrong.
yes, I loved you that much.

But love is blind,
it's mom coming home late, after a night out.
Late at work, she said.
But you aren't blind, you can see the lines on her forehead creasing deeper than daylight,
Love must be deaf too because you choose to ignore how loud she's talking and believe her.
Love may be blind, but it asks you to look past things sometimes.

Love likes to act hurtfully at times.
You can read it a bedtime story and it will scream that it's not tired.
Love is stubborn like that.
You can give love your all and get nothing in return.
Life is unfair like that.

Love can't always be there for you.
Eventually, you'll have to open up and be on your own.
You'll have to make your own, new love.
I loved you.
But now I have to move on.
Now I have to make my own new love.