You’re still in love with many things, With memories of tentative first kisses, Of hugs that made sadness melt away, You’re still in love with having someone to talk to in the middle of the night, After the rest of the world has fallen asleep, And you miss the feeling of a weary head resting on your shoulder or in your lap, You’re in love with fading feelings of belonging, Of having a hand to hold, Of being loved back… You’re still in love with many things But not with him.

There was a time in my life when I thought you and I were more than a phrase, more than a moment in time I couldn’t get out of my mind; where you were stuck on my heart, as permanent as the tattoo I got months after of accepting our fate, but yet, I still imagined how life could have been, how it should have been if I were the one dealing the cards. Yet, months and months later, as we head into the third Summer since your name has been embedded in my soul, I’ve become accustomed to the way we never will be, all the things we were not, all the things we shall not be. You are there. You were always there. I was here. I have always been here. There was a time in my life I thought we would have made our way to the same place, hand in hand, starting and ending on the same foot. There was a time in my life where I thought this moment would never come, but here I am now, with my heart in someone else’s hands.

Forgive yourself for loving the wrong person.