It stopped one day. All the questions I still had. All the anger. All the sadness. That was when I knew I could move on. From you. From the past. From everything. It only took one year, three months, and too many boys. But I was done. I was free.
I never committed to anyone after you. I don’t know if it was the fear of being left again. Or that I knew I would never love anyone as much as I loved you. There were many people though. That I kissed. Touched. But never like you.
I wanted to see you again. I wanted to talk more. But we don’t always get what we want. I won’t get a hug. I won’t see you. I won’t talk to you. I couldn’t fall back into the trap that was your eyes.
What went through your mind when my name was mentioned? Did you get butterflies in your stomach when my name showed up on your phone? Did you look for me in a room full of people? Did your heart slow down to beat with mine when we were close? Did you even think about these things?
Thank you for being you. For loving me. For making me smile. For making me happy. For helping me get through my day. For letting me know I wasn’t alone.