Morgan Paige

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I miss you.

I still think about you on the daily.

I still see your face, remember your touch.

Remember the feeling that I would get when I looked into your eyes.

Remember the loneliness I felt in the absence of your presence.

And it hurts.

And I regret.

I regret letting you go, I regret throwing away the tokens of your love that you put countless hours into preparing.

I regret not trying harder. I regret that I never gave as much of myself as I thought I did.

I regret letting the fear of my parents replace the fear of losing you.

I regret letting you go.

I threw away all the letters, all the pictures, and locked our memories away in a box in the back of my mind.

But I still go through my camera roll, and hidden in the back of my closet in the wallet that accompanied me to Spain are the pictures that we took after a dance we never went to.

I hid them from my parents, and I tried to hide them from myself.

But I have never been able to throw them out like the rest, in the same way that I have never been able to forget you no matter how hard I try and have tried.

I know that I rejected your testament to our love, to our relationship. I know that it's too late to rebuild what was thrown to the flames.

I know I walked away when you followed me, I know that I pushed you away and purposefully hurt you in order to isolate myself.

And I know that I'll never be able to get rid of you.

My first love.

Sixteen.

Seventeen.

Never reached eighteen.

Now you text me, and I realize that even though tweleve months have passed, I still wish that I could call you mine. Some say it's because I'm lonely, but I know that it is more than that. I truly loved you, and looking back it was a matter of circumstances and distance that tore us apart.

And now it is a matter of circumstances and even greater distance.

But it is still you that I want.

And I don't know that I will ever be able to have you again.

I'm sure it is now too late for second chances, but I am sick and tired of brief romances that end and leave one burned out time and time again.

I know that I'll never send this to you, but I wish I could. I wish I had the courage and the confidence and the ability to make things work.

But you're in Washington, and yet I just can't wash you off my skin.

I just wish I could call you mine again.

[wnq-writers]

It takes just a minute to hurt somebody, but it might take years for that person to heal.

davidcastroq  (via wnq-writers)

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You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.

Anne Frank (via quotemadness)

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