Now I’m broken.
You weren’t just another guy to me and you never were. From day one you had my heart, you had a hold on me I just couldn’t shake. Not a moment went by that made me second guess my love for you, even now when I find myself up all night crying over how much you hurt me; how much I just wish things went down differently. I still want to take your last name, just as much as I wanted to the day I said yes when you proposed. I still want to live my life with you. Every tired morning, every sleepless night. Every mood swing, every impulsive decision. Every bad day, and every good day. I want you and all your perfectly imperfect flaws. I want to feel your gentle touch, and when you pull me into you when you sleep and hold me in your arms. There are so many things that I have lived and experienced, things that I now crave that no other man can fulfill. I can’t stand not having you here. I can’t stand the fact that you still have a hold on me. can’t stand the fact that I can’t even look at another man because I know that he isn’t you and will never be able to fill the void you left in me. I need you. You are the only one that will be able to fix me. This hurts me so bad because I know that I fucked up and I am not getting a second chance to fix things.
I can’t even act like myself anymore, I can’t even put up a front. It’s to the point that people are seeing right through the fake smile I force every day. I need love. I need to be fixed before I can move on and better myself. You were my motivation, you still are but I am slowly losing hope in all of this bullshit mess we call life. I don’t know what to do but I do know that I would rather die than live even a day without you by my side.
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