I loved him
I really did


But,
Now,
It feels like there's no space for me
Anymore.
I'm the one who got lost,
The one who was left behind.

I used to feel sick
When I thought about him
Or when I talked to him.
But,
Now,
I feel sick all the time,
Because I find myself
Not thinking about him.

But,
Deep down,
I still think about him
I still imagine his face
I still want him next to me

I still love him (I have to love him, I want to, I need to)

But,
Now,

There is no space for me

There is no space for *him