Maybe I just wasn’t ready for your love. Maybe my 18 years wasn’t enough time to prepare for the lifetime of love in store for us. Maybe in a few years and a few more heartbreaks I’ll be ready. Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself when your name starts echoing in my mind.
This feeling when you miss someone and no one understands how much. You have to manage it yourself, but it’s so hard. Especially when it comes to the love of your life. It fucks me and I do not want it anymore. I just want you back.
However, there is only one-sided interest, which makes it even worse. Nobody will love you as much as I do, you can be sure. But I wish you that you are happy. Without me.
You said life goes on and that’s true. But how does it continue?
You don’t know.