From lovers, to friends, and then strangers again. We've been through the entire cycle. Each step bittersweet. Becoming strangers was not an easy choice to make. Cutting you off was like cutting off a part of my body. I don't think you understand the impact you left on my life. Your silly laugh that could brighten my day, your sly smile when you thought of an inappropriate joke you know would make me laugh. The hugs were I couldn't tell where your body started and where my body ended. Your smell that I sometimes in rare moments can still smell on my clothes. I miss you with every fiber of my being. But the problem is, you don't miss me the way that I miss you. I loved you, but you only cared for me. I craved your presence like an addict craves their drugs, but you were fine with going cold turkey. And that is the tragedy of our relationship: I always wanted more, but you were fine with the less. You were quick to move on, and now there's a new girl in your life. While I'm lingering in the past, stuck, not able to move forward reminiscing about the past. I know you have commitment issues, but I hope one day you realize what you missed out on. You missed out on someone who would have loved you, protected you, and guarded your heart. But you didn't guard my heart. You were inconsiderate, gave me false hope, and belittled my feelings. I deserve better, and I know that I deserve better. But my heart still burns for you, and a little part of me hopes one day you will come back. To go back to the days with the endless hugs and where times stops. When it was just you and me against the world. But sometimes good things fall apart, and I have to accept that. You've moved on and I respect that. I wish you well, and hope you think of me fondly every now and then. I hope you will remember me as the girl who will always support you no matter what. My door will always be open to you.
