Ashlee Valentin

I loved you despite knowing that we would be nothing but another love story about unrequited feelings.

I don’t know if it’s true at this point: If I’ve really moved on or if that’s something I tell myself to sleep better at night.

Feelings like that don’t disappear into thin air.

I firmly believe that we only ever fall in love once.

You were perfect in the way you made me feel special without trying too hard, and maybe that was part of it: loving each other was simple.

I wish that someone had warned me that sometimes love hurts more than it’s worth.

The truth is that I will always love you and the fact that my heart goes with you doesn’t upset me because I always knew that if this time came, it would have been this way. 

She will love you immensely and passionately.

Having you and being loved by you would imply that I could also lose you. I don’t want to know what that would feel like, because I know that your absence would come with a lot of pain. 

As much as I enjoy hoping, I have wasted too much time wishing instead of living my life and finding someone who dreams about me in the way I’ve dreamt of you since the day we met. 

You were never good enough for me and I realize that now.

If you ever felt the need to go, it would hurt, but I would suffice because the love you’ve given me is enough to last me for twelve lifetimes. 

You love the girl with long brown hair and a beautiful laugh that could stop every man in his tracks, and I can’t compete with her.

I want to hide nothing from you.

I had forgotten what breathing fresh air felt like. I had forgotten what it was like to prioritize my own happiness. 

Loving someone is giving bits and pieces of your heart to someone who may not appreciate the gesture or care enough to replace those pieces with pieces of their own. 

I want you forever and I have always. I thought the feelings were mutual.

I tried washing my bed sheets to get rid of the smell of your cologne, but the feeling of your arms wrapping around me while I sleep hasn’t left.