I was staring at her. And I realized, It hit me. She’s the one he loves. That girl, in front of me. She’s who he loves. I’m who he used to love. Used to. We have that in common, the love over the same green-brown eyed boy. Who’s laugh could make you smile. And when the corners of his eyes crinkle up, It will be laughter and happiness because of her. Not me. It’s not me anymore. When he says “I love you”, And when his lips touch someone’s, When his hand fits into another’s, It will be hers. Not mine. Our memories are so distant and faded that sometimes I forget we were ever real. And sometimes I forget that we are not us anymore. Sometimes I feel like he’s still mine. But he’s not. He’s hers. She has the privilege of saying that he is hers. And for him, It’s her. Her face in his mind, Her laugh echoing throughout his ears, Her eyes he’s thinking of. And for me, It’s still him. It always has been. It always will be.

I turn every one else down because they aren’t you and my heart knows it shouldn’t still be this attached to you but it refuses to let anyone else in. You’re the only one I want.

it’s not fair that you get to move on and love again while I’m left comparing his hands to yours

The worst part is that I remember the exact moment I laid eyes on you. You were laughing and you turned to me and you just smiled. That was all it took. I was hooked. You were wearing the blue sweater that’s hanging in my closet right now. Sometimes I wear it and pretend that you have your arms wrapped around me. I know that I shouldn’t but it’s all I have. I need this right now. I need you.

I wasn’t done with loving you. And even though you’ve left, I’m still loving you.

I tried

All I want him to do is to turn around and say he’s made a massive mistake.