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You fell in love with my flowers,

I still think about you sometimes, like when I am at CVS getting pain killers for my mom and see your favorite candy while waiting in the check out line. I still miss you sometimes, like when I hear your favorite song playing in the department store my friend dragged me to so that she could find a dress for a date. I still write to you sometimes, because even though you’ll never talk to me the same way I still like to think you would listen the same way. But it’s not in the moments of CVS lines or department store trips or late night letter writing where I hurt the most. It’s in the passing moments that feel like knives in my back. It’s in moments where I think for a second about how you are and what you might be doing that hurt, because I know I shouldn’t wonder about you like that anymore.

The saddest part in your life will be when you start regretting that one person whom you thought was the one.