You were in love and although it made me happy to see you happy, my heart begged to know what your arms would feel like around me.
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 was always so afraid of your reaction, caught up on how it would end, that it never crossed my mind that if I didn’t say anything that I would have to watch you fall in love with someone else.
I wish that someone had warned me that sometimes love hurts more than it’s worth.
I want to let you go. I want to move on. I want to stop thinking about you constantly, but the thought of you clings to me like the smell of your cologne still lingers in the apartment.
You’re just afraid of being loved by someone and getting hurt.
Who I am today is a girl who has to plan a new future for herself not involving you.
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.