I think the part that gets me the most is knowing that I will never feel that way about someone again.
I will never experience that rush, that kind of joy, the ever-satisfying comfort that surrounds.
Will I ever be truly happy?
How can I?
Especially when I know what it COULD feel like,
And I know that it doesn’t.
Those feelings are gone,
And will never be felt,
Ever.
Again.
The way I felt about you.
That kind of feeling.
That kind of love.
Compassion.
Obsession.
Devotion.
Yearning.
That was true.
Goodbye to true love.
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
I think the part that gets me the most is knowing that I will never feel that way about someone again.
I will never experience that rush, that kind of joy, the ever-satisfying comfort that surrounds.
Will I ever be truly happy?
How can I?
Especially when I know what it COULD feel like,
And I know that it doesn’t.
Those feelings are gone,
And will never be felt,
Ever.
Again.
The way I felt about you.
That kind of feeling.
That kind of love.
Compassion.
Obsession.
Devotion.
Yearning.
That was true.
Goodbye to true love.