There are some moments when my heart hurts so badly, for no apparent reason. Tears form in my eyes, my stomach aches, and I can't catch my breath. And I wonder why. Is it because somewhere in my soul, I'm missing you? Is it because for a moment, the wall I put up to block off your memory crumbles for a minute? Or is it that somewhere, somehow, you're thinking about me? Missing me? Wishing you'd never walked away? Because I'm happy, I'm content, and I'm falling for this girl. But every now and then, my heart aches the way it did when you chose her over me. When you had no explanation for what happened. When you couldn't even tell me that you were really just scared of loving me. And see, here's the thing. In the pictures you look so happy, but so do I, and I'm still here missing you. Everything is different now and it's good, but I'm sitting on my couch in my own home with my dog running laps and an amazing girl sitting somewhere with a budding love for me, I'm sitting here and all I want is to know that you miss me, that you loved me. I didn't want to. I tried so hard not to. I still try not to.. But there's a piece of my soul that yearns for you, a piece that you completed the moment our eyes met. I see a sunset and I want you beside me. I see the moon and I wonder if you see it, too. I watch a new show or a movie and I want to call you and tell you all about it. I've loved and lost before, but the pain always fades. The memories always dissipate. But not you. I remember your voice, your eyes, and most of all that smile of yours. I remember the way we talked, the way you made sure I was okay when you knew you'd upset me. I never had to say a word.. You just knew. You finished my sentences and it was so damn easy with you. I craved you in a way I never have before nor have I since. I believe with complete and utter conviction that you were my soulmate, maybe one of many. I guess that's what makes you the one who got away.