It’s hard, feeling this way. It’s hard not knowing exactly how it is I feel.
I miss the way you’d hold me, as we fell asleep on the couch, I miss talking to you from the minute I got home from school, until I fell asleep at night, I miss standing outside at night, and looking at the stars while you’d tell me I was more beautiful then all of them put together, I miss you calling me baby, and telling me how much you loved me, I miss being in love.

I put everything into us, I used up all I had, and yet I got nothing. And while I was so madly in love with you, now I can’t even think about you without feeling sick. I miss being happy, and being able to fall asleep laughing, rather then crying. It hurts to now, that I was so happy, and yet as hard as I try, I can’t get that back. Knowing what a mess I allowed myself to be, is one of the worse feelings.

Everyone warned me, and told me I could do better, and yet I ignored them, and even though deep down, I already knew, I didn’t want to do better anyway. It’s funny, how someone that meant more than everything to you, can end up being the reason you just want to fall to the ground, burst into tears, and die at the very mention of their name. It’s hard knowing, that the person you once shared something so special with, is now sharing it with someone else. But, it’s even harder knowing that they don’t find it hard at all.

It hurts, not because I still love you, or want to be with you, but because my own happines, went along with you, leaving me with..this. Because I know there’s someone else that’s giving you, what I never could.