I’ve been thinking about you a lot and I’d give anythingggggggggggg just for one conversation with you. It would help me a lot right now. Please. I’m okay but a conversation with you would be nice. Not a talk about everything that happened between you and I. I want to put all of that to the side and actually have a mutual conversation about how we are as individuals. Call me. Text me. I’ll always answer.
With the pain I endured, you were worth the love I experienced but sometimes I question whether all of what I did for you was truly love. I still remember so much, though I’ve forget a lot about you. I remember our moments we shared together. I remember staring into your eyes untill I fell asleep. I was so comfortable with you, no words were needed, your eyes were enough to give me a sense of comfort and tranquility, I’d slowly fall asleep. That was by far my favorite and fondest memory of you. I’ve never felt so at peace with a person. I have never allowed myself to be that way with anyone on this Earth but you were like a rose in a garden full of daisies. And when a new love comes into my life far away in the future, I don’t believe I’ll love them more than I loved you. I won’t do the same things I did with you, with another soul. Sometimes I wish you were still here.
You know I hate when I miss you. You hurt me so badly. I never told you the things I kept hidden from you. I didn’t want you to feel the pain I felt by you breaking up with me. I never told you entirely of how you hurt me our first breakup. I didn’t tell you everything I went through alone trying to easy the pain you put in my heart. It hurt. In a way that affected me when we tried again. I wish you took things super slow with me. I wish we waited for all the good things to come after we had the conversation about our first breakup. That didn’t happen and I was left still feeling sad and upset with our first breakup during our second relationship. You were mine in those moments I felt that way and it hurt feeling I couldn’t tell you. It honestly played a huge role in our relationship. Why couldn’t we have spoken about me for while? You don’t even know me well, and it’s so sad to imagine that. I never even told you everything about me and I know you better than anyone. Or so I once did. I’m still upset, but not in the way I once was. I’m upset in a calm understanding, wanting to give up with this type of way. This is sad and unfortunately I’m wide awake missing you and you’re probably off sleeping with some girl tonight.