Tell her you love her, that you have never loved anyone else the way you love her.
He’s thinking about asking me about you. I know he is.
His gaze turned towards her. She looked somewhat like her from the dreams just with lighter hair and darker eyes.
No matter what anyone told me, in my heart I desperately clung on to the possibility that he will come around.
Instead, I focused on the thing that was for certain: you will always be the boy who definitely had something I wanted, but was missing everything that I needed.
Before we go our separate ways, let me just say my last words.
I learned long ago that when you fall in love, you don’t just stop the moment they walk away.
I changed in your absence. I become someone I wouldn’t have recognized in the mirror some time ago. I became someone who doesn’t need you.
“We left at a really awkward angry place and I really just wish I could tell him I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. Truly. And I’ll likely always be sorry.”
I don’t miss you, per say, I think about you, but I don’t cry over you anymore. Instead I keep your memory near my heart, I keep it there when I feel alone in the world and I relish in the fact that despite everything I know what it feels like to have been loved in a world that can be so cold.