Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

I loved you. I truly thought you were the only love in my life and I never in a million years, thought I could replace you. But the love of my life isn’t you anymore. It’s me.

See, my head is full of imaginary scenarios, and false hope that takes up too much space. Because even though we ended a long time ago, I still have a tiny bit of hope inside of me. I still believe. And that’s what makes it worse. Because you don’t owe me anything anymore.

You used to love the way they made fun of your dance moves and they way they bear hugged you constantly. But now, all those little things you used to love about them, annoy you. You don’t find it charming or funny anymore, you just want it all to stop.

As you a Scorpio, you love hard. But as much as you love deeply, you also hate deeply. Once your anger has diminished, you’ll get right back to being the fierce and incredibly driven person you know best.

I tell myself not to look at your page again.
It’s reassuring.
It’s sad.
It’s blurry.
It’s still full of unanswered questions.
And I will always have questions.

Most of all, I hope you remember the way I made you feel. It’s ok to forget all that I said. And to forget all that I told you. But, for me, please remember the magic of us. And remember the miracle that we were.

As a Sagittarius myself, we are very optimistic people. We are loud extroverts who can be social whenever we want to. Unfortunately, we suck at keeping secrets.

To my future boyfriend: I don’t know where you are right now, or what you are doing. But just know that, when you do show up, I’ll be all yours.