You think I don’t want to be over this? I do. I want to move on and stop whining and annoying everyone. I want to finally have closure and have my sanity back.
But there’s also this part of me I can’t manage to turn off. That part of me passionately believes we have this crazy, undeniable connection.
I used to be able to maintain the longing at a lower level, so that it was barely a hum in my every day noise, but he reawakened me. I remember how just his friendship lit me up, how high I could get off it. I can only imagine taking it to a deeper level would be magical. Something I would lose myself in, if I haven’t already.
At times what’s left of me takes a difficult breath, knowing what’s not there. I feel the loss of him and the future we could of had. I pathetically ache with the pain of it. I want it to be gone but I can’t let go of the ‘What If’.
What if he changes his mind, realizes the value of what we have, and I’m not there? Could I forgive myself for letting go?
I miss you.
Not the person that annoyed, frustrated or hurt me, the one I’ve gotten used to, but the other one.
I miss the guy who used to share his smiles with me, and his warmth as we lied together, his arm around me and his breath on my neck. I miss the laughs we had, during adventures only we shared. I miss our conversations about our favourite tv shows and teams, things in common I only shared with you.
When I remember us, I don’t understand why you don’t want to be together anymore.