We are drifting. We've drifted. But you know what? That's okay. Because, honestly, I'm learning to live without you. Slowly, you are beginning not to be my everything. I'm learning not to rely on you for my happiness. I'm leaning that talking to you doesn't always make me day. I'm learning that you aren't as amazing as I remember.
While it hurts, I know this is a positive step for me. While still I love you, which I always will, my love for you isn't a strong as before. I miss you, okay, I'll admit that. And I'll forever be yearning for what we never got. But, I'm starting to learn and understand that you don't matter as much to me as before.
Every now and then, I get images of us or flashbacks. They hurt so much, to remember how close we were, how perfect we were are together. I struggle to keep myself together in those moments. Like that time at hockey training, when it poured with raining. And me and you were standing next to each other flirting and hugging in the rain. When people ask me what I think of you, I always smile quietly before saying that "People change, people move on, but I love him" Don't ever doubt that I don't love you, because I will. And I'm going to stick by you till the day I die. Whether you know it or not.
Or first kiss and last kiss. Although it might'n have been the best, I'll always remember the first time we finally touched. And I mean really touched. I'm sorry and sad we never got to go any further, but maybe there was a reason for that.
Hector, I love you to bits. And you have been a very important lesson, and I can't thank you enough. But I think there was too much history of bullshit between us for us to be together. I think that, next year, with a fresh beginning, things might be different. But I don't know. I'm just going with the flow on this one.
"Some say two people are meant to fall in love, but never be together"
