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Nicole Whitticar May 2016
I recall the first day I met you like it was yesterday- I will never be able to fully move on, or will I? (hopefully)
My love for you grew like wildflowers and when our love met the vines grew tough and slowly started turning into weeds- surrounding us until swallowed whole.
If there is anything I want you to know, it is that my love for you was nothing but pure, wholesome, genuine love.
I gave my heart to you because you were a masterpiece and I was something much simpler. We just matched.
Along the way our love grew destructive and I honestly never expected for that to happen, having our love die was more shocking than you saying, "you and your actions ultimately made me unhappy".
I miss you, ****. But I know what is best for us both and I am happy to hear about your happiness.
I hope one day I am able to feel free, lighter than air.
One day I will wake up and start my day without a single thought of you.
That is when I will know I have won- That I have conquered the loneliness that was left from you.
You will always be apart of me whether you like it or not and that almost gives me comfort.
My only wish for you is that you find true happiness, a love that never loses electricity, a love that you are willing to fight for.
Nicole Whitticar May 2016
Almost a year ago we met
strangers - horrific pasts
it has been destructive since the beginning
lies and hidden meanings
but my love for you has only grown, not at all affected by all of the damage
it is true, so much can change in a year, although it is sometimes not the year, but the person who causes change.
Almost like the seasons are caused by the tilt of the earth on its axis.
Deep in my bones I felt what you could do to me, I kept my distance but your charm captivated me
Your charm that was charmed with other charms
You were a lie, and I am sorry for not realizing this sooner
You made me destroy everything we had, how you ask?
You made me love you, you gave me every reason to love you but many reasons to resent you
Nicole Whitticar Apr 2016
You're onto something(someone) new
So am I, but I am not the happiest
Seeing you would most definitely change my mind
Getting a text from you would raise my heart - I have high hopes
Maybe it is seeing you with her that makes it hard for me to sleep at night
Makes it hard for me to breathe through my tears
Makes it hard to not want you back in my life
But I do know one thing for sure, I still love you and I always will
I know you know that as well because you said I was your first love when I texted you, key word - First, but not last
You are happy and that should make me happy, but selfishness is buried deep within me and comes out when the thought of you comes to mind
Life feels incomplete without you and I hate it
How could I be so sad without you while you are so happy, things do not add up
Just so you know, I have a person because I like being alone but do not like feeling lonely
See you soon..
  Apr 2016 Nicole Whitticar
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Ten ways to get over your first love.

1. Stop looking for them in every person. In every street corner or behind the door ajar stop hoping for them to be standing there, that crooked smile on their face and their arms open. Stop waiting for the phone and staying on call waiting for them to mumble, "I love you, I think."
2. You don't.
3. Date other people. Date the boys who put their hands on you the wrong way, even if you want the girl who was afraid of skinship and gazed into your eyes the right way when she laid beside you in bed, listening to your hollow chest with a pendulum swing knocking the bones and thick skin quiet enough to hear a pin drop, because she wasn't the type to catch you.
4. I don't know if you can.
5. Forget how beautiful she is. Forget how she could make you feel like you are flying because 3 seconds later she made you feel unloved, like every postcard was unsent and every message deleted, every Long song ****** out of your ears. Forget that every time she didn't call you or referred to you as just a Friend didn't scald your damaged hands that that were getting ready to hold her so tight your hands would grow numb and didnt slice your eye because you couldn't bear to see her leave and leave and leave and how every time she didn't look your way you'd twist your neck searching empty trash cans and grey pillars for a number, a room key, something better. but be grateful. others took longer to die. but loving her was suicide.
6. I can't stop finding her beautiful.
7. Write about her. Write Everyday about how she broke your heart without even having a single clue she did and how she finally came out to her Sister because you gave her confidence to and how she is so ******* beautiful. But she is not perfect. Write about her flaws. Try to scrape your mind of everything good, write about why you shouldn't love her. Draw a blank, and draw a heart instead. Draw the heart and write her name in it, it's been engraved on every tree you see and every bus ride home is another reason to shut your eyes. Catch her in the shadows. Write the possible reasons as to why she's there, staring. Realise she never was.
8. Ignore her, make her feel unloved. You talk about her like she was the only star in your sky and you were a mere black hole. You were a chore, you were the person she pitied you were another reason why she couldn't sleep at night you were a fish in a school; a mere dark cast that swore to bring down everything she loved. you made her worry, you made her stressed out. you made her tired. tired of you. tired of hearing you crying and exhausted from all the times counting sheep didn't work for you and you needed a stab to the chest just to put you to sleep. you didn't do **** for her. She doesn't need you, right?
9. but you need her.
10. I am sleepwalking through the week and it is only Monday I see you and her and you and her and how she looks at you and I don't know about how you feel about her. I don't know how you feel about anything, about me, about the book you're always reading. I miss you. I miss your tendency to make me feel wanted and your tendency to make me feel unwanted, I miss your tendency to make me feel something other than sad. sadder. sadly I never got the chance to tell you this. I don't know if I will. But I want you to remember. You will always be the hand that held on tightly for me and the spark that reminded me what it was like to burn bright. I still feel you in every wooden surface and every look is just another reason to count the amount of chances I've given to myself to love you. I think I always will.

I once loved a girl, but I wasn't in love. I once looked into her eyes and I didn't see me. She's gone now. But I'll never forget the first time, I saw a little glimpse of a what if. an almost, a love dancing in the wind. how I would Long for the touch but we fell short of probability. our parallel lines never intercepted and I was too bad at math to find a way to fix it. next time, I'll look for my love in a broken heart.
Nicole Whitticar Mar 2016
To give or to give up;  that is the question
To give all one has with uncertainty lurking
To feel the dread and guilt of a being
And do nothing with these feelings,
Or to end all current affairs
To love, to sulk,
But whatever do, do greatly
Crossroads between head and Heart
Who has that ability to identify between
The two, not I
To love, to sulk,
To love- perhaps feelings could rearrange
But to what extent? Giving fully requires
No mixed emotion, certainty, and what
We may not see; something so undefined
We are all missing a piece of who we
Used to be, That “piece” being a person
At times, learning not to let one define
Another but lessons do not stick,
Leaving one remembering what could be
What could be? If thoughts could ****
Leaving your heart aching and restless
Who would hurt more if feelings were
Turned to actions, the giver or taker
One being left with confusion and disbelief
Not knowing forever could end so soon
Another being sorrowful but keeping
The  head high, away from the waters
Made from tears of past mistakes,
Oh the recurrence
When asking one’s self to give or
Not to give keep in mind one thing,
You live for you and no one else
If you feel, act; whether it comes
From the head or heart, feelings
Are feeling that should not be untouched
My own soliloquy
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