To you,
You would know who you are if you actually read this, but I know this will never reach your deep blue eyes.
We. Were. Great.
You put me in a fantasy I never thought I deserved to live. You took my battered body and kissed every bruise until I got better. You took my withered soul and held it with such passion I couldn't have gotten out if I wanted to.
You loved me.
All I did was wear you out.
I knew I was never meant for someone great. I would destroy them. Some faster than others. Though you, you were the one that stayed the longest. You cared so deeply my flaws didn't matter, and suddenly I loved you too.
I still love you.
Honestly I don't know what happened. We talked about the future right up to the point you threw our future in the trash. And trust me, you didn't do it nicely. You took the heart I gave you and slowly tore it apart in front of me. Months of my great memories were your worst nightmare.
Though it wasn't my fault.
I wanted to help.
I never wanted my problems to cover yours. I just wanted trust.
Then suddenly you turn on me for your own mistakes.
And I'm okay. I've been happier actually. Realizing everything I gave to you was now mine again. Seeing what I was becoming for you, when I didn't even truly know you.
But don't interpret. My feelings are there no matter how much you hurt me. Love never dies for me. I'm not sure why. You will always have a part of me.
My nights.
My days.
My thoughts.
My memories.
I'm trying so hard not to let those last few minutes ruin everything we had. But when your heart gets broken it not easy to think straight.
I cry.
I get mad.
I miss you.
...I miss you...
"Love wouldn't be love without the pain."
