You.
Three months. It’s only been three months. Three months ago you broke my heart, but yet you still have my heart. So many things are still running through my mind. Why did you do it? Why was I not good enough for you? How can you just brush those three years together right off your back like they meant nothing? Do you still think about me? Do you still love me? You tell me you do, but I don’t know if I believe it. I don’t know. I guess I’ll never know a lot of things. You meant so much to me. You still do, even though I don’t want to admit it. You were my first love, the first guy I ever truly loved. And I miss you, so much. I still can’t believe we let it get this way. How we once meant so much to each other and now we don’t even speak one word to each other. I wish...I don’t know. I wish things were different. If I had never been so overly dramatic or overly clingy...would things be different? I still think we could make things work. I truly do. I’ve grown a lot these past few months, and I realize now how wrong I was to act certain ways towards you. But you weren’t so perfect to me either, but I was always willing to look past all of that because I love(d) you. You still mean so much to me. I’m the stupid one still looking at my phone hoping for a text from you which will probably never come. You were my rock, the one person I could always go to when I needed to vent. You always lent a shoulder for me to cry on. You would wipe my tears away, and tell me everything would be okay. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your smile, how you would do the littlest things just to annoy me, your green eyes, how we would cuddle and kiss each other all night, how we would kid around with each other and talk about our future. All of our fights seem so small now. I’m sorry for whatever I did to push you over the edge. I wish we could get back together, I really do. I think we could make it work, but you’re the one that’s not willing to give us another shot. You want to focus on yourself and I understand that, I just hope one day we find our way back to each other, or by some miracle you read this and text me but you won’t. It’s kind of funny how I’m writing this in the hopes that you’ll see this, but I don’t think you even know my tumblr. Regardless, I hope by some chance you come across this and read it. I hope that whatever you’re doing, that you are happy and that you’re okay. I guess whatever’s meant to be will be. Maybe fate will make our paths cross again and we’ll get back together, but until then...I’ll just push my feelings aside and try my hardest to move on, like I believe you have been doing.
