It’s the pain of losing them. The pain of watching them love someone else. The pain of realising you’ll never be together. There’s something so awful in the realisation that you’re never going to have.
I find you in the smallest of things. hearing someone vaguely talk about your favorite sport, or looking at the ocean at its bluest. trying to find you in the largest of crowds just to find you. I'm broken and only you can fix me.
We had two years together, and I take comfort in knowing we're still friends. We still talk, but I take even more comfort in the fact that you know you screwed up. You know you lost someone amazing. -- of course i can't help but wonder.