My heart still breaks a little when I look at pictures of us.
Or read the little notes or cards you would write me.
I feel as if my body will always ache for you, because now I long for your touch.
I miss you telling me, "It's going to be okay." And the smile it'd bring to my face.
I miss the way our bodies would vibe off one another, and the feeling it would make me feel inside.
I miss the simplicity, yet overwhelming compassion a smile or kiss could make me feel.
I miss exploring your features, even though I knew them. And you doing the same.
I miss hearing your voice say my name, or things you would do to make me laugh.
More so, I miss you, your smile, your stunning, intimidating appearance, how I felt so powerful together.
And what hurts the most is someone new will get to experience all these things with you.
She will probably be better than me, and if you're happy then that's okay.
But I hope you don't forget me because you shaped me into a young woman I love.
And taught me so much to take on the world with.
After everything, I couldn't even say I hate you. Mainly because it would be a lie.