2 years later I still miss you
Honestly not all that much to say here. It would take an entire lifetime to fully explain what I felt for you. I was planning on spending the rest of my life with you trying to do just that.
You put the idea of marriage, living together until we die, spending all our love for each other, into my head. You made me believe in that. Then you left.
I don’t hate you. It would be easy if I could hate you. You weren’t good to me, and you acknowledged that when you cut us apart. But I still love you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love someone like I loved you. I gave everything to you and there’s nothing left from me to give to anyone else anymore.
I know I shouldn’t want you back. I should be able to move on. But would it have even really been love of if I didn’t feel so strongly for you?
I wish we had been able to meet at different times in our lives. Maybe then you would’ve known how to not hurt me so much.
It’s been 2 years. Two years since I’ve had a heart. I’d give anything to turn back time. I’d give anything to have the serrated knife that was your love cutting my chest open. At least there was something there to hurt, but you took that with you.