It’s so quiet here. This is not the place I used to know. I used to hear laughter. I used to hear you.
I reminisce how you used to tell me how your day was. How happy you were or how pissed you were.
I felt special. Because I know how hard it is to be a part of your world, but I made it.
You telling me half your life is significant for me. This is something big.
These are my USED to BEs. When I felt like I owned the world because I stole your heart.
It’s a terrible feeling knowing we aren’t together anymore. I have cried, I screamed. I’ve gone all over the memories, good and bad, a billion times. There are countless times I’ve pulled out my phone to call you and have to stop myself.
They say moving on is the best choice you could make for yourself after a breakup. Yeah, I will. But let me be dramatic for now. I can’t turn that page just yet, knowing that you won’t be there on the next chapter. I can’t move on just yet.
Yes love is so powerful.
Did I beg for your your love? YES I did.
Did I chase after you? YES I did. I am wiling to lose my self rather than lose you.
Do you love ME? And you answered YES in a heartbeat.
But you also love HER.
I felt like the world is crashing down on me. Not being able to “just move on” is exhausting. I miss you everyday. I’m still not ready to face the truth that I am no longer a part of you. I may never get over you, but truth be told, I don’t want to get over you.
I’ll hold on to our memories, but this, this is going to be my last story of you.