It’s been a month, but it feels like an eternity. It’s been a month without your texts, a month without your kiss, a month without loving you. The moment you moved back to your hometown I knew it was over. Why did it end? You were my person. You were supposed to be the one I spend my life with. You were my whole world. I would’ve done anything for you.
I guess I have no right to miss you when I ended it. That is my biggest regret in life. I just wish you would’ve fought for me. I wish you would’ve done the one thing I asked. You unfollowed me off of social media so I don’t even know what you’re up to anymore. I still have our pictures. I look at them every night & I cry. I go back to your old apartment and I reminisce. You were the greatest part of my life. I am only 20, yet I felt like I knew you in a past life.
I always have this urge to call you but I know I can’t. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, you want to move on. Before I move on I just want one more day with you. One more hug, one more kiss, one more Dunkin run, one more sleepover, but that’s not how the world works. You always told me “you won’t always get your way”…. crazy that you’re right…. for once in your life. Please come home to me, I’m alone here. I can’t love someone else the same way I loved you, trust me I’ve tried. If by chance you see this text me or call, I miss your voice.