I’m embarrassed to say this but, I’m still not over you.
It’s been years, but I still love you.
You’ve moved on, had other people in your life, but I still freaking love you.
I have seen other people, but only because I tell myself I need to move on.
I can’t have you, but I can’t die alone.
Why though? Could it be because you were my first love? Or am I just obsessed? Is it because I never got closure? Is it because I loved you so much and never got as much of you as I feel I should have so I keep on sticking around, hoping one day you’ll love me back?
I still cry when I miss you. I still close my eyes and see your image and smile.
I still imagine what our baby would look like given a chance to be conceived.
I still look at you and fall in love all over again…like the first time we met.
My heart still aches. You broke my heart…and my soul too. You were supposed to be “the one.”
Was I not enough for you? Tell me what I am lacking and I’ll fix it, or die trying. Is it my weight? Is my height? Is it my hair?
I need to move on, but I can’t. Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t seem to let go of this one human being that broke me in places I didn’t know I could be broken.
I have forgiven you, but I’m still hurting. I still wish you could see my worth, how great of a catch I am.
You just left me, never even said bye. Never even said why. You just left. Maybe this is why moving on is hard. I still need answers.
Sent in by: Astrid