They say that love is one of the best things that could possibly happen to you. I on the other hand disagree. I think it may possibly be the worst thing alive. It ruins us. It makes us crave something we can't have. It tears us apart. It breaks our hearts.

All I know is that I once loved.
All I know is that I still love...still love the same person.
The person I hurt the most, and crave back so much. My other half.
I miss the way he held me, the way he made me feel special.
I miss the good and bad moments.
And yet..I know that he is not mine.
That..that is what hurts the most. That he is someone else's now and no longer mine.
I always wonder "what if..". But then I remember all the little things and the big things that ruined it all.
Regrets...so many regrets.

And now..all I'm left with is the memory of him and the hope that maybe, one day I'll get a second chance from him..
Because I swear to god I won't **** up again. Not if my life depends on it.