Every day I think about what I have done and what I have lost. He says I didn’t do anything wrong and I haven’t lost him, but why, then, am I not aloud to kiss him or hug him the way I used to. It’s not fair for him to be happy and me to be totally heart broken. I know he says he is just hiding it, but I can tell in his eyes that he really is ok..
I remember my smiles never fading when I was around him. He lit up my life to say the least. I felt butterflies in my stomach every time we crossed paths, but that was when he stopped, looked into my eyes, and gave me that look that you just don’t forget. Now, when we cross paths, I look at him and see his smile, and a dagger falls into my heart and tears it open.
Love is a crazy thing. It’s amazing and horrible at the same time, especially when you lose it.