You hug him goodbye like it’s nothing, while all you want to do is hold on forever, but you let go, smile and walk away. Then cry all the way home because you know it will never be the same because try as you might, you can’t make someone love you. Sometimes, you have to let them be free and letting go, that is when love hurts the most of all.
I miss you. Even though I know I shouldn’t. You tell me you miss me too, but I can’t believe you anymore. I can’t get over it. I see the two of you together, and can remember how it used to be you and me. Us holding hands, a quick kiss, out to dinner, and everyone thought we’d last forever. I did too. We were wrong. I would have forgiven you for almost anything, but you didn’t trust in me. You didn’t have faith in our relationship. And that is the one thing I cannot forgive.
It’s okay. It’s okay to want someone you can’t have. It’s okay to want something more. It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt, and it’s okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or not, it’s always going to be okay. That’s just how it works. Sometimes things don’t work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and move on.
If someone really wanted you, they would actually put some effort into trying to get your attention, and make sacrifices for you. they wouldn’t just tell you they want you, they would show you in every little way possible that they want you.
You left a huge mark on me. One you’ll never imagine. I can’t even go to the movie theater without remembering all our memories we shared there together. I can’t go to the park without thinking about the long days we spent just acting goofy together. I mean it’s gotten so bad that even when I walk onto my own porch, I still remember your face of how scared you looked when you first came over. We had some good times, and it hurts that you’re letting them go. I know I won’t, but I’ll let you think I don’t remember. I’ll let you think that I don’t know you think about them, too. I know you do, I know when you see me, or the next time you come up on my block, you’ll remember, you’ll smile and you won’t realize it. but I’ll never let you know I can tell you still feel it.
You know what I think we are most afraid of? Not knowing. Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it. Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting. Not knowing why you do things you do; not knowing the purpose. It’s like when you’re little and you touch the stove and get burned, because you didn’t really know that it was hot. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the very beginning.