All about love

My last story of you


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.

Itโ€™s a terrible feeling knowing we arenโ€™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 Iโ€™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 โ€œjust move onโ€ 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.

By alwayswithlovekat

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